I Used To Love Her Words

I used to love to read her words.

I would get so excited when I saw
That she had posted a new poem.

I loved how her fragile words
Would dance across my screen
With the beauty and grace
Of a delicate fairy
And with the softness
Of butterfly wings…

And I could read,
And I could sigh,
And I could pretend
That all that eloquence,
All that gracefulness,
Was mine.

And then she disappeared.

Every word,
Every poem,
Every ethereal turn of phrase.
Gone.

No explanation.
Just gone.

Oh, I searched for her…

But I didn’t know who she was.

I just knew her
By the elegance of her words.

And I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

And what was worse,
I didn’t even get to say thank you.

Thank you, dear poet.
I used to love your words.

Reviews

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Poets pass like ships in the night in this online world of sharing. I've missed you, too, my friend as well as a myriad of people no longer writing online at any sites I frequent. I prefer to look at the positive of having had the opportunity to meet each person in our shared love of words/poetry. You always have a way of saying something that touches us all deeply and this poem is just perfect. Hugs, Sharon

[NA]

I can relate to this one right now....lovely read :) x

[Rafia ~ Yellow Girl]

uh oh... I'm sorry it happened and i can understand how such happenings touch a person... but than the way you have written it, i'm glad you shared it here! :)

[Sami Khalil]

"Every word,
Every poem,
Every ethereal turn of phrase.
Gone.

No explanation.
Just gone."
I like it a lot. Thank you for sharing...:)

[Lydia Shutter]

Poetry can touch us deeply. It is free flowing and it is from the heart....and should never be censored. Jeri, this is a gorgeous piece of poetry. Lydi**