The Tease Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

She sits there
Waiting for attention
Could it be that she’s been here before
Maybe she wants someone to notice her
To pick her up and enjoy a bit of time with her
Or maybe she’s just passing by
Thought she’d dropp in and see what’s happening
Regardless she’s just a little bit off
Maybe because she was rushed to get here
Maybe she was next to tears
Or perhaps had something else on her mind

Whatever, there she is, for all to see
Waiting for someone to pick her up
Quickly searching for the line that would suggest more- more
Her English isn’t quite as good as some
But who notices, it’s the thought that counts.
Spilling words out sometimes in rhythm and rhyme
Other times, just a string of unconcious thoughts
She’s been there, done that
So many times, or -
Maybe this is her first
A bit timid but will grow more bold as the time goes.
To some she’s nothing but a passing fancy,

But to me, She’s a poem waiting to be read.

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