Poet

you say I am a poet
I tell you I am nothing
you say I craft words
I tell you I build nothing
you look confused
imagine how I feel
that with a mere smile
the raise of an eyebrow
you push the words
right onto me
that's right
don't you see now
I am your paper
you are 1000 words
waiting to be written
100 feelings
waiting to be had
I lay myself bare to you
an empty page
just awaiting the

spill of your ink.

©SamHarty

Reviews

[Cherrie]

The muse. The magic that seems to come from thin air, I love it.

[Anita Frader]

Beautiful love poem, Sam. 💛