Where No Poet Has Gone Ever

Vintage Words


I know, the quill drips green ink

and you get this look on your face

that says, I understand. I go there.

They say don't go there.

I go there.


I want to be loved and adored

by poets everywhere, but I seldom

publish anymore and the poets

are writing, too busy to read

this inconspicuous and invisibile.

I write it down and hope

someone looks it up.


When I'm dead, poets in the year

2029 will discover my work and say

things like, "How come I just

heard about her?" The reasons

are bountiful and exclusive.


Thanks Poetry

Magazine. It feels good

to be forgotten.







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life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

I love every single line in

I love every single line in this poem. Excellent!

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

allets's picture

Awwwww Shucks!

Thanks for stoppin' by to find something you like here, LUTB. I am humbled and you are well come. Your comment settles to the best places in my heart and glows there being deeply felt - Just Bein' - slc


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