You And Me, Mr. Spock Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

You And Me, Mr. Spock



You and me, Mr. Spock
where do we fit?
A sharp eared peg
into the nearly deaf hole,
or
do you hear too well?


Tell me,
my far seeing friend,
is your world empty as mine,
on too-bright days
when all eyes shine

or
is it full
of equations, cosines, graphs and logic,
cold as a vault
to freeze out the thoughts
of those who would intrude.
never knowing the pain of reaching out,
of reaching in,
without being reached.

Half the time,
Half the soul
of a man.
who cannot grant himself
only once
only one
even half a secret
must be shared!

first written in 1969

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 02 December 2014

I noticed that Mr. Spock is now writing poetry. He has ten poems on this website so far. Oh, I love your poem, by the way.

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Kim Barney 02 December 2014

I noticed that Mr. Spock is now writing poetry. He has ten poems on this website so far. Oh, I love your poem, by the way.

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