A Meeting Of Poets

[poliphilo]

I dreamed we were meeting up with the family of a high-flying lawyer. He was completely bald with freckles- and when my mother approached him he acted like he didn't know her. I was about 20 so I was hanging out with his kids.  The daughter was called Rosamund and she wrote poems. She read me one about 911. I wasn't impressed but pretended I was

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[halfmoon_mollie]

You would be surprised how often something you say reverberates with me.

[poliphilo]

That's great.....

I'm guessing the bit that reverberates here is the line about the poems just coming.....

[halfmoon_mollie]

no, it's been a long time since any poems 'just came'.

"I write poems because I am a poet."