Such a High Calling

“Do you think I should stop writing poetry?,”
I asked. “What?,” she replied, looking slightly
Annoyed. She'd been dozing. “I wonder
If I'm wasting time. No one reads what I write,
And I can't say I blame them. Poetry's gotten
To have a bad smell. Almost all of it's putrid,
Precious or pointless, or clumsily-rhymed.
Say you've written a poem, and you'll clear
The room, so why should I write them?”
She reclosed her eyes. “Is there anything
Else you can do?”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-02 at 20:02

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