What - No Comment

What? No Comment? I read your latest poem today But did not leave a comment I don’t know what you meant to say Couldn’t decode your intent I wanted to be supportive And offer encouragement Wax poetic with adjectives I didn’t have to invent You’re not the first whose verse I’ve read And sat staring bewildered Filled with an awful sense of dread Like theater of the absurd Mom suggested I say nothing If I’d nothing good to say So to the air my arms I fling And go on my merry way I am always seeking the good In every Soup poet’s work I’d rather stay misunderstood Than come off like a cruel jerk *Entry for "Put Yourself in the Reader's Shoes" contest