Over at d’Verse Poets place
today we are invited to write a poem about an imagined conversation/interaction
with a famous and/or historical person of your choice.
Guess my imagination got a
little carried away…
but what a wonderful prompt to write!!
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words of poets. = )
Oh my God…
I didn’t see you there, right before my very eyes.
And me … mouth gaping… how classy.
Just as I never imagined it would be.
(Cue the internal vice grip… great.)
Can’t sit, stand, kneel, run to or from.
Not one word, nothing.
But apparently that doesn’t stop my thoughts from racing.
Good thing you can read me that way.
Oh my God.
For all the questions I have,
(I
can’t think of one.)
For all the words ever welling, pouring, bouncing around my
mind,
(I can’t say one.)
I am rendered speechless.
(You’re the only one who does that to me.)
And in return for all the words my tongue has
slung
so effortlessly to curse, judge, wish and beg,
(a catapult of self-perceived superior thought ammunition)
bombs that are quick to misunderstand and doubt,
lies that never bothered to wait for truth,
and even the ones my lovely side has penned in thankfulness
and love…
You wrote words for me
my favorite gift…
my love song…
my writer love…
(here I feel compelled to whisper a beloved’s “thank
you,” but no… still, the vice grip.)
Then, all you do is smile.
Your signature ‘I’ve
known you your whole life’ smile,
the ‘you make me
laugh’ smile,
(and your
body actually begins to chuckle silently)
a smile of sheepish delight
that cajoles me to relax into safety
and freedom,
the one that, in spite of me, because of me, embraces me.
Your smile wrapping all the way around all of me.
“Oh, my
God… how did do you do that?”
(… the
only utterance that managed to escape my mouth ... great.)
Patricia Spreng
