Hey

Hey, 

If I could write you a letter, I'd be letting you know a little something.

See I'd start by commending your generous heart and how it knows 

patience, persistence and kindness. Commendable how little trouble

it is to you to absorb the bad and battle through, beat the blues and

sing the tunes. 

See, I'm not simple. I know life can get hard and laborious but this

world belongs to the curious - curious like you, you creative thing. 

The joys you bring as you tell me of your next pursuit, my girl. 

Making turtles to tell your boy that you're thinking about him; 

see he's in a shell, solitary in some moments and your gift broke

through. How thoughtful. You're painting glass, peanut butter, lass...

how you make me laugh.

This letter is late in outlining why I wait and why it's no bother, b-

baby. Because all that you are, is all I could want - and I don't say

this to frighten you. From the day that we met I've been feeling

blessed, because you're beautiful, sweet and fun - the fundamentals

of you always reach through - and you're such a young blossom

to bloom. 

Reviews

[kentuck14]

C.
I really enjoyed this. Liked the "letter" format. Conversational yet poetic.
The reference you make of the writer about himself . . "See, I'm not simple . . . " adds a certain
intimacy to this poem and brings him into this relationship as well as just speaking of the girl.

Wow . . . from Cohen to Bukowski . . . two poets I read years ago when I first got interested in poetry. I even tried to put some of Bulowski's early poems to song. But, please . . . don't ask me to sing any for you.
Tom