Why Won'T You Read My Poetry? Poem by Mary Nagy
Why Won'T You Read My Poetry?
I printed all my poems out and put them in a book.
I've placed it on the table in the hopes you'll take a look.
You know you'll find my soul there beneath the cover page.
You'll read about my pleasures, my heartaches and my rage.
I know you don't like poetry and this I understand
but how can you not want to peek into my ''wonderland''?
If you would take a minute and peruse a page or two
I think you'd be suprised to read the thoughts I have of you.
I've tried to make it easy and I know you see it there.
I'll wait it out and hope you see these things I need to share.
I suppose I know the answer is in where I place my book.
I'll put it in the bathroom......then you're sure to take a look!
This one is funny - you know it is so true. And so is your solution.
This is excellent, Mary. And what is it with spouses? I have to trick mine into sitting in that special chair, lean back and listen to one of mine. ......'is it a long one? , I sure hope not...' H
I, and my iTouch, are off to the bath-reading-room to peruse some more of your wondrous work! !
Wonderful poem, Mary. I like how the serious tone becomes unexpectantly humerous at the end... Well done! ! Brian
Good Mary and some interesting thoughts and ideas. Humour as well - I like it
It's funny that I'm going through the same thing. I placed my book on the table and now it's missing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 11:26:16 PM # 1.0.0
I don't think that would work with my other half, I have to tie him down to get him to concentrate on what I have written. I enjoyed this one. Sincerely Ernestine.