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Quid Pro Quo, Anon
by Joe CramerShe smiles at me
As my world turns.
She makes my day
Special in this way.
She holds me, though not close
As she always wants more.
When I give more of me
She shuts me out,
Making fun of me,
Calling my poetry
A farce.
I stop writing.
Quid pro quo, anon. 12/20/2007 Author's Note: Indeed.....
Posted on 12/20/2007
Copyright © 2026 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 12/20/07 at 08:46 PM It can be especially abrasive at times when those around us who may not appreciate the heart and soul of a writer, spout off what they think is clever...sadly, not realizing the emotional wounding that follows. You have described it quite well in this piece. Aloha to you from this side of paradise.. alisa ;-0 |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/24/07 at 06:47 PM Oh dear, the emotionally starved life of a poet. Maybe it takes one poet to understand another? Here's a cyber hug for you and I want to tell you how much I like your poetry.
*(*(*(*(*JOE!!!*)*)*)*)*)*
~^..^~Chelle |
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