Waiting

Dear poet, today I read them a poem, its symbollism I depicted with no mean gestures its rhymes I mimicked masterfully and in light tone of its satire I spoke. Today dear poet, of their imaginations I begged, to walk down the lines of your well crafted poem and rest under the cool shades of timely pauses. See dear poet, I beckoned them, To play in the lushy lawns of your imagination and ponder deeply of the mood set in your lines. So I invited them dear poet, to feast of your nectared thoughts and weep of your words gall. And then I waited............