Redo! Poem by William Jackson

Life doesn’t always allow
for redoes, I suppose.

Even so, I would love to know,
what you think of the idea.

I meant well, and if I could
change your perception
of me, I would.

Still, not every man writes a woman poetry.
(Is that good or bad? I’m not sure.)

Perhaps my silly poems
drift off the parchment and
fall unnoticed from the lips
like snowflakes wasted,
melting in midair.

Personally I believe that poetry is
the sincerest form of flattery;
at least I know it is
when I am writing it
about you.