She Said
I'm conflicted
flawed
vengeful
I'm a driven individual,even worse when inspired.
speaking of inspiration,whatever happened to her?
if it wasen't for her my words would still be sealed in a tomb
if it wasen't for her my words would never been released in such a fever pitch.
forgot her name
remember the phone calls
remember she at sauerkraut from a can
she lived in Wisconsin and had a kid.
have I become Hemingway I thought?
new woman new words,that's what people said about him.
she wasen't my woman
she was nobody's woman
she was creative
bright
then it ended,foolishly I felt.
you see she wrote poetry too,and she was very good.
she wrote Haiku's
I enjoyed her style both in writing and as a person.
we had conflict
you see in the midst of her being my encouragement I also tried writing Haiku's
I liked it,they challenged and provoked me
the structure attracted me.
one day she yelled at me over the phone and told me only she can write Haiku's not me.
she said I was copying her, she said many hurtful things too.
we hung up on each other over the phone
never talked again
I miss her madness
I miss her company.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2017
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