Thursday, May 25, 2006

For any who wonder, "scribbled ink portrait" comes from a poem I wrote in college, which follows:


You nodded politely,
and brought your eyes back to my face
in time to smile weakly.

I'm glad you heard my noise.

I suppose I had hoped
my words
would help you reach me here.
I hate His silence
yet, again,
and forever,
your answer brings no satisfaction.

Just go.

Scribble, crumple-
this paper holds no peace for me.
Scribble, crumple-
The words have come
with only my face to react.

Reread and rest.

don't call me a poet.
A poet writes poems.
But I,
grasp a scribbled ink portrait
of myself.

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