by Glen Martin Fitch
Hello, excuse me.
Hate to interrupt you
when your teeming thoughts
are coming fast.
But I'm here too.
Don't mean to be abrupt.
I'm waiting
for your great climatic blast.
Is there a reason
why you want to share?
Go be alone.
Don't waste my time.
With all or in succession
I don't care.
I only ask you
make me sense we rhyme.
My eyes! Look deep.
Caress my ears. Don't shout!
I mean,
if you want my attention
be attentive too.
Ya, okay, get it out!
But first surprise me,
stir me, be with me.
You've got a journal.
Scribble safe at home.
As far as I'm concerned
we're not a poem.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011