I'M An Open Book? Poem by Mary Nagy
I'M An Open Book?
I've been told that I'm an ''open book''.
I leave nothing to guess.
If you asked me if it's true
I'd simply answer ''yes''.
But do you really know me?
Do you know what makes me cry?
Do you know what makes me giddy?
What it takes to make me sigh?
There may be many pages
to this simple little book
that perhaps may even shock you...
if I gave you time to look.
You'll never crack the binding.
You couldn't take the pain.
You'd worry of my sorrow
and the heartache would remain.
Hey, I was shocked to learn that you were blond! Just kidding... Excellent poem both in content and form. loved the ' marks '; -) Sincerement R.
very in depth poem mary right up there with the best of your work very honest like the author Warm regards allan
Mary, I think this is the best thing I've read of yours. It speaks of the things we never really know about another person, even when we know them well. Your rhyme didn't get in the way of your theme and the whole thing came together. Good work. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Of course, this is one of your best. I have a feeling that you answered my remark in this and that kind of thing often produces excellent poems. When Ronberge visits and leaves a good comment (otherwise you wouldn't know he had been there) you know you are doing great stuff. H