I’ve Never Read

A dirty French novel.
Life always seems to
Get in the way.

Funny how
The way is wide open
When it’s time to bend
My bones to work

Whittling away
The years
Till my hands
Are covered in splinters
Never to pick up
A dirty French novel.




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Written on 2026-05-21 at 12:43

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
oo la la

a baseball metaphor: your first two stanzas are like a pitcher setting up a batter (and you're the batter). First stanza, catches the corner. Strike one. The second stanza, curve ball. Strike two. Third stanza right down the middle, you whack it out of the park. Home run.

Good one.
2026-05-21


mickeko The PoetBay support member heart!
I don't particularly want to read a dirty French novel, but reading this was a reminder of every wish I've left behind. Thank you.
2026-05-21


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
There is so much filling our hours to have time for novels, these days. I have tried and failed to complete many readings. And that I find a waste and a shame on my part.
2026-05-21