Put it on the fridge

You never read my poetry like poetry
you always read it like a children’s drawing made with nubs of crayons.
You never ask about the metaphor behind the blue ink spot in the right hand corner
you just tell me that it’s nice and you pop it on the cold stainless fridge until I make another one.
You hope that strange old blue dot is forgotten.
Ill keep making more blue dots and I hope you’ll see a pattern.
That maybe you’d read it like Morse code and see me while hearing me for the first time.
Does this love not feel like poetry to you?
I will not stand to live a love that reads the dictionary like a punishment instead of a search to find the words that could possibly describe it.

Reviews

[Melita Catalina Warren]

Thought provoking. Perhaps one needs to dig deeper to understand the true intent of
some work. thanks!

Melita C. Warren

[Green]

Wow I really like this. Sometimes it does tend to feel like people just pat you on the head when you write something instead of actually paying attention to it. Pretty powerful