by Dale Anderson
She sits alone in the shadows
I wanted to point and say, "you are a poetess!"
I wondered, did she know?
It was inconceivable that she could not
I've come here to console her
Have you heard of Rimbaud?
Do you know why religions fail?
Nothing belongs to anyone
There are no eternal truths
Can you endure the impossible creative silence?
Have you ever tasted poetry?
Of course she had
She looked so unhappy
Did you consult the Universe
before you were born a poet?
I have no idea
perhaps in a previous life
I loved her and I loved her isolation
We are alone in the museum of wrong words
Born in Detroit, duel citizenship Irish and US. I've also lived in Ireland where I was involved with the literary community. Had my first poetry published when I was 9 years old, then not again until I was in my 20's. Studied chemistry at the University of Michigan and work in the auto industry. In addition to a love of poetry I also write short stories.