Thursday, July 6, 2017

what are these things?

she complains.
are they poems,
or entries
into your diary?
what are these things
you write?
both, I tell her.
tell me what isn't either.
what art,
what song,
what sculpture carved
from rock
isn't
chipped free from one's
heart?

1 comment:

Di said...

And so there, anonymous critic of poems!