Popular Poetry

h.p.

She let me recite poetry

but, only the popular ones—

sonnets and “She Walked in

Beauty” adorned our days.

And god, how I wished she’d let me say

more, but such was never the case.

she could never be bothered with efforts

And yet, I loved her with a flame.

‘Twas Shelley the other day,

and even then she seemed quite bored

“so off base”, she said—

but, her indifference is my craze.

Perhaps she’d understand me

If she ever opened those eyes!

So beautiful they are and, yet—

Oh, it’s a lost cause.

They warned me, one-sided

but open my ears, I never did!

Oh how I wish I listened then

but I didn’t, and so, here’s

the stupid fool’s lament.