Some of you know my book The Naked Man. Since it was originally inspired by an exchange of letters between poets, I revisited the scene to meet today’s NaPoWriMo challenge.
It’s been awhile, we didn’t part too happily
but, you should have known, harboring poetic
aspirations of your own, how eagerly
we wordsmiths grab at raw material
close at hand – and weren’t we close
hand and mouth, the very subject bards
most love to shout about?
NM to P…
Did you have to steal my best stich
or paint me quite as dark as night? I’m certain
we spent much more time alight…
You remind me of an Emperor
strutting streets without a stitch,
certain quite he’s robed in cloth-of-gold.
You’ve never been discreet in act or speech!
Besides, you choose us poets to consort with,
the ones with endless license to distort,
exaggerate, transmogrify and lie. What
were you thinking, or with what? And why?