Poem of the Week…
The Writer
by Mary Penner

The Writer Teardrops slowly flood the paper pooling like rain The writer pauses, takes a new sheet, begins again Will these words provoke, and create a stir inside Revealing emotions, which continue to be denied The writer contemplates the meaning he’ll convey A burning desire to reveal himself can’t be delayed Seeking newfound courage his words are put down Page after page unfolding, turning life upside down At long last completed, his letter is then ready to go Knowing any response may come, or perhaps not so The Letter The letter drops from her trembling hands to the floor Words stained by her teardrops to be read never more The content is well etched within her heart and memory Some words wished forgotten, others remain a mystery Since receiving this letter, twenty years have passed by I know life would be different she murmurs with a sigh Had she known such deep feelings would remain so long Would she reverse that decision she made when so young Wonders why she lacked the courage to answer his letter Now she is living with regrets, knowing he did love her At the end of this day she will tell herself it was just fate Eyes closed, the pills take effect, she whispers it’s too late
Comments:
Well crafted. Poetry should evoke emotons and this one makes me feel sad…Brenda S.