Love Poem: Fool of a Poet

Fool of a Poet

the times I've been here, words in hand
          mind-sculpting verse of phrases, grand
               that speak of that, the cruelest school
     those moments, rife, I've played a fool ...

laid bare this soul, with one broad knife
          sweet dreams of romance, love and life
               my heart bled, staining some girl's feet
     whose care for me was ne'er as sweet ...

and shared in poems for worlds to read
          midst hopes they might just fill a need
               while all I've done, with sheet and pen
     is prove I'm that damned fool ... again ...

the deepest feelings - spilled for those
          I loved and lost, who thumb their nose
               at odes brought forth, or all such gems
     so polished smooth with tears, for them ...

it's always me, this pining schmuck
          that's tumbled down on lover's luck
               now writing chiseled stanzas, meant
     for some fair lass whose love I spent ...

why won't the sweetest phrase impart
          some love to make those longings start
               for ME - this fool with one chance, slim ...
     some sweet fool writes a poem ... for HIM.




Written on February 16, 2021