“The Unsigned Letter”
“No need to sign since I give it her myself”
the lie you told, hiding your true feelings
in the pocket nearest your beating heart
she described you perfectly yet you saw no hope,
seeing beauty everywhere but in yourself,
you lie concealed behind another’s handsome face,
a poet’s exercise excuses your tear-stained words
divinity of form for a form poet: why can’t you see
the truth of yourself? more than a poem composed,
you are the sonnet that creates itself.
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I’m thrilled to announce I’ll be reading selections from my book, An Optimist’s Journal of the End of Days and Other Stories, at Barberton Library on Saturday, September 11th at 2pm! I will also be selling and signing copies of the book for those who are interested.
In the meantime, stay safe, stay well, and read often!*inspired by Edmond Rostand’s Cyrano de Bergerac.