A Poem Once Read
by
Richard Reed Jr
copyright 02-16-2008
Age Rating: 7 to 127
A person once met
Like a poem once read
Shortly we forget the name of it
Shorter still the shape, the face of it
And know little or nothing of the depth of it
Some people we meet
Like poems we read
Picked up like the dust-laden books
Given some cursory looks
Then stored away in some out-of-way nooks
We praise tailored suits eyes and hair
As we flatter the poet's grand flair
But just for the night
Soon out-of-mind out-of-sight
Yet, we intend them no sleight
We pride ourselves---having numerous friends
Like the bookcase on our wall needs appends
We feel ever so sound
Just to have them around
But to read them we never feel bound
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I liked this one very much, Rich. It's a reminder that good friends, like the good books, take work. You cannot skim through a relationship any more than you can speed read Umberto Eco, or at least you should not. As for mechanics, the poem is well-crafted and easy to follow; you might have an extra "e" in sleight.
I like the way you tie a poem in with a person we might meet, and I am just like you say - very quick to forget a name, or details about a person, or who said what. It is easy to become shallow and careless, and we can easily get that way with our poetry - either what we write or what we read that others write. You make some very interesting points and compasisons.
I'm still reading, and I'll be back, whatever, I'm not going to get all girly or nothing, ne ways, you know what your talking about here I don't need to make things worse and confuse you completly, Cherish a book like you cherish a life, and live your life like you would read a book, Each book should be able to stand alone, but all books should tie in together somehow, where do you belong, are you doing your part to help, can you stand alone if you have to
This is so different. I liked it. Yet there are some people out there who cannot be read. I have always said that our lives were like chapters in a book. One chapter ends and another begins.
GOD BLESS,
JUDY