Voices

 

Voices

 

Someone read my poem

Yesterday. I didn’t like it.

When they had finished,

I told them they had read

It in the wrong way.

 

I said, ‘it’s not right.’

I said, ‘read it like this;

Someone read my poem,

Yesterday. I didn’t like it.

When they had finished.’

 

There I stopped. I said,

‘Wait, I’ll try again;

Someone read my poem

Yesterday. I didn’t like it.’

But it still felt wrong to me.

 

I looked down at the paper

In my hands, and it seemed

As if the words were not my

Own. I looked up for the person

Who had read it but a second

 

Ago. He wasn’t there.

 

 

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sun 9th Oct 2011 16:11

we loved it!

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