John Lawless Poet Free verse

A Poet's Penance

She smiled
An ambient temperature smile
At best
A torqued acknowledgement.

The paper shrieked
Eraser burn and frustration
Testing the limits
Of its tortured muse.

Again
Words kissed the atmosphere
Glided on meter
Danced in a rhythmic dream.

Again
She smiled
A tear, a whispered
“I love you”

Embracing her gift
I wondered:
“Would you love me If I wasn’t a poet?”

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Silent One September 13, 2023 at 1:40 PM Thanks for writing and congratulations on your placement.

Jerry Brotherton September 6, 2023 at 9:08 AM It seems you found her. She is a very fickle mistress indeed. Some great words my friend.

Gershon Wolf September 1, 2023 at 1:41 PM Quite a love story there, John. Awaiting an encore! Bravo, Gershon

Sarah Ann Jullion September 1, 2023 at 10:16 AM Nicely done John. I like your minimalist word count... true poetry in my world. Few words that speak so many words, e.g., '...the paper shreiked." :)

Jan Allison September 1, 2023 at 9:30 AM Great lines John, sadly I'm not a poet just a pooh-et so i wont be entering the contest lol:-)

Anne-Lise Andresen September 1, 2023 at 9:28 AM - A terrific contribution to this contest, John - Best wishes :) - hugs