Reciting a Poem Without Audience

He spits verses out of his mouth
like a spider weaves a web
between twigs in the early morning sunlight

No one cares his verses
but he continues to spit them out
like a spider clutches its web with his hind claw

Whether there’s a audience or not,
he has to recite it because only the verses
escape from his lips is the proof that he’s alive
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Hunjeri Avatar
February 9, 2015 at 12:29 PM
I love it. Dont we all poets feel that way? So true
Ben Avatar
February 9, 2015 at 12:48 PM
Thanks.
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