I was hollow, still am if you prod my vocabulary
to pinpoint that sensation when I desert the words
or do they me, the time is my solemn constabulary
and shields my malady I tell of, or so you’ve heard
.
how you see my silver stories, filled cups of caffeine,
I cherish yours for they have a linen white reality
thou art a poet, I am a subjective grain seldom seen,
it was a dire dare that made me relinquish my sanity
.
I am a sentimental sucker, I suck blood red lollipops
to keep me company, I would like to walk with you
you don’t know me but I encroach upon, I shop
for a locket of learning in creative world you drew
.
I seal a numinous bond with your words, your poetry,
a stubborn in-patient, would you empathize with me?
I wilt within the blanket, my knees sing of coquetry
no grudge, no love, observing, I sail in waves of glee
.
and I think to revere you poet of old, I shall holler
that I receive from all that you touch with your color
.
For MLM Menagerie’s Wordle # 17 and dVerse, where the odes/tributes to the poets flow out today.