Michael Degenhardt Poet Quatrain

The Pompous Fool

Woe to he who believes written words for him
With the cadence, softness, the romantic tones
He cannot be the recipient of such sweet verse
For no heart as beautiful is for him to belong

While his eyes widen with dream, each word read
He at least has one ounce, one spark of hope
He, however, feels doubt though he wants to believe
As her words are his manna, they help him cope

Yet, what a fool, to think they are for him
Words such as these, the verse, for the blessed
But, for that moment, when submerged in each line
He feels not like a fool, but much like the rest

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Robin L. Gass February 21, 2009 at 6:19 PM Awesome work here, Michael. If the poetry speaks to the reader and touches them deeply like that, then it has served its pupose well! Like the sentiment in this. Well said! Love, Robin

Arany P. February 21, 2009 at 5:05 AM yes i do!! what a message! words are the only ones that can express emotions and messages so wonderfully.... it always a pleasure to read you work of art! ~ Arany

Christopher Higgins February 20, 2009 at 5:56 AM This is very cool Michael. I love the message in this piece.