for Mystery Lady in Chicago

out of the clutter
of cyber traffic
an unexpected e-mail
from it
a new voice rises
faceless for now
but spirit strong
I can tell

and do you write poetry?
I ask

mmm let me try she says...

roses are red
violets are blue
I see a new friend on the horizon
I wonder should I
should I speak, and let him in?
or should I run away for fear
of being hurt

he does have a nice smile
his words are so sweet
but is he real or is he not?

are you Chris Sorrenti?
are you real?

as real as my poetry I reply

I am a mystery lady
would you like to know more?

she adding
friends and family
call her an inspirer

and so tell me mystery lady
what will you inspire in me?
a poem like the one
you’ve complimented?

To The Symphony Of Forever

and how real are you?
I ask her in turn

I am as real as they come
I do not play games
I do not go out looking for friends
they kind of fall into my lap

but sometimes, just sometimes
I go by instinct and feelings

I am an observer
I start slow
especially on this cyber beast
I sit back and watch, and listen
and as my confidence builds
I let a little more out

I guess that is why I say
I am a mystery lady
but the Mystery is not that buried
I'm at a point in my life
that I am not going to change now
and I have learned
you cannot change anyone
and why would I want to?

so, the question is
have I a new friend?

do you mind if we
correspond back and forth?
and maybe get to know one another?

thanks for answering my e-mail
but whatever happens
I still will read, and smile


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09/12/2015

Posted on 09/12/2015
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