spoken poetry

Spoken Poetry

 

I woman was reading some of my poems

They sounded like mine, but not sure

I thought they were too good, I have never

Regarded me on the top shelf of poetry

But occupying a crack between poetry and prose.

The voice made for poetry came from

Poetry hunter, I tried to thank her but she

Didn’t wanted comment.

Perhaps I was wrong

 A wish to write as good

As the poems she read was wishful thinking.

From my part.

Nevertheless, I enjoyed her clear, impeccable voice.

 

◄ sleepless in Cascais

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