What Else?


I do not really want to write
this poem for you;
what I really want is to walk
meandering miles with you.

No, I don't really want to write
this poem for you;
what I really want is to talk
for animated hours with you.

Oh, I really don't want to write
this poem for you!
What I really want is to feel
our fingers linger in each others hair...

So I don't really want to write
this poem for you.

But in these long and longing hours

when we can't walk,
when we can't talk,
when we can't touch:

What else do I have to do?




Poetry by Rob Graber
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Written on 2017-01-25 at 23:12

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Ron I enjoyed this romantic poem with your sprinkled touches of rhyme and alliteration. Best Regards, gsv
2017-01-27


Elle
a beautiful poem

Elle x
2017-01-27



So sweet and romantic. Your poems always feel like sincere, intimate expressions of love to another real person, not just an abstract, ego-projection. They always make me smile. I love the double meaning in the phrase "long and longing hours" and the ambiguity of "have" (is he compelled by an outside imperative, or acting from a lack of interest in anything else?) "Long and longing" and "fingers linger" both add to the dreamy, languid mood. Very fine.
2017-01-26


shells
Such longing, keep writing, I can't think of anything else either.
2017-01-26


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done.
2017-01-26