Poem: On meeting the poet

It is better that some meet me

written down;

In person I err on

slightly wonky,

apt to wear a frown –

for space is oft repleet

with tumbling of thoughts

that spin around,

and I’m told that lost

in space

i have not grace

(only a frown)

 

It is better that some meet me

written down;

for there are those

whose heart could map,

that lost-in-space

not-worried frown;

 

and those, who might suppose,

whilst briefly

hanging round;

how well I wish thee

is not for me

to quantify;

 

Nor can I guess

why you only briefly

came on by.

 

 

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