Elliot
it's you
in my dreams
alone
who censures me
chuckle
and or tsk tsk
all you like
with the dullness
of your pencil
tapping those pursed, angry lips
as if pinched from spite
I never really liked you, you know
though your work was heaven sent
and in school I would swoon to read
any poem you had writ
until my teacher let it be known
how you despised such an idea
that mere untried school age children
would be analyzing your carefully rhymed
and metered thoughts
poetry offers food you suggest only for
the most highly educated
and devotedly taught
and not just amazing words
flanked in history and flow
to inspire a then rapt teenage girl
which still leaves me to believe
to this very day
you personally never deserved
even an ounce of my once
youthful admiration
your talent is a waste of beauty
upon a face of 'Unfair Prejudice'
for poetry I have learned
is the great equalizer
of any complex medium..........
(May 9, 2012 906am)