It was a poem
to end all poems
something succinct
and yet, not trite.
Most definitely not
a "Dear Abby write."

I had read many
correspondences to her,
and her twin sister Ann
as well
but that the hell,
I had never thought
of such a reference
to any genre of poetry
that I could profusely type.

I had always thought
that
those letters
printed merrily on the pages
of old newspaper
were the ramblings
of those reaching out,
not for the humanistic First Aid,
but for someone to hear
their still, small voice,
that still small voice
that we always have
though some of us
pay little heed to.

(I listen to it
far too much,
though I never speak
thusly of thus.)

I am happy to hear
my dear
that of all of the nuances
I fear,
this style of literature
escapes me.
Perhaps I am
free
in this way.

Oh my, I wonder why
I have rambled on,
when I should be anon.
I guess that all I wanted to say

was

thanks for the read,

and the wonderful commentary.

You are treasured.....

12/28/2012

Author's Note: ... because I can.....

Posted on 12/28/2012
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