Would You Think Less of Me As A Poet

Written by: Gwendolen Rix

Would you think less of me if I told you their names… I sat there for hours looking smashingly sophisticated drinking expensive caffeinated drinks My long chestnut eyelashes resting on my Foster Grants Reading Nobel laureates and others poets blessed with Allen Ginsberg’s waxy seal of approval I read for hours ad nauseum Nothing bled through It was just god awful… Their poetry was dead to me I needed something alive! There they were- poems of all shapes and sizes and promises to enrich my gray intellectually anthologies & morphologies & 6 long centuries of prose Embossed in gold and promised that they would live on forever …oh, no! I would rather ride home naked in the back of a police cruiser or maybe wedge razor blades under my finger nails I almost couldn’t take it any more It was as though the red velvet sofa I was nestled upon was set afire I wanted to click my heels three times and instantaneously be home reading the beloved poems of my friends from Poetry Soup Many do not have their names on the spines of books at expensive book stores or are available to download to a Nook Rather they are the souls that have moved me with their everyday poetry and the friendship from their quills I took. Written by Gwendolen Rix 1-13-12 Written for Carol Brown’s Contest~What I Love Most About Poetry Soup~ *friendship* This poem is dedicated to Chris Aechtner