Yes, I remember that meeting
With a poet friend one evening
When I asked: what one thing he liked so well
In poems of a poet friend
Fancied to be of great height
And who'd become a virtual brand
Of that poetry site,
But only silence cast on me a telling spell…
I saw him struggle,
When with some trouble
He at last adjusted,
With his index finger and thumb head,
His reading glasses in vain,
And as if it was not enough pain,
Turned his mind to the coffee cup—
Up, down a few times and finally up,
And then began to gulp,
Glup, glup, glup….
I thought, he's now ready to answer,
That, caffeine should do something,
But nothing could bestir
Him, not but silence ruled that evening,
I do remember… What a meeting
It proved to be with a poet friend that evening!
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Reminiscing | 16.03.2020 |
Topic: poetry, remember
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