I wrote it
but no-one noticed
my words sat
patiently
craving attention
(awaiting cordial chatter?)
eyes glanced
briefly
moving quickly
(seeking saltier speech?)
Do words die
when no-one notices?
Tag: writers
I Miss, No. 2
Laptop resting
Next to beverage and biscuit
On coffee shop
Table top
Customers eyes passing
Through text and tome
By themselves
At various book shelves
I am sitting
At my pulpit and post
To write what I privately spy
As patrons browse and buy
I get it: this poem’s title isn’t parallel to the first one in this series. Rules are meant to be broken, right?
