the never noticed nouns

Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.

C.S. Lewis
Image by John Hain from Pixabay

i am the word.
the writer refused.
the syllable,
purged by the poet.

its been a long time
since my last use.

my power
has begun to rust,
like the metal
on a shipwrecked boat.

that never sailed the seven seas
long, enough to conquer the high seas.



i am the metaphor
that never tread
past the door
that kept me locked

away from the vision
of his imagination.

i have never
ever felt the joy
of being deployed
in his story.

never have i shared in the glory
of the makings of a good poems' history.



i am the sad smile
that never walked a mile
in the boots of a simile
that was told "be free!"

i am the poem
that was never penned
and convinced to conform
to the form of his creative hand.

and yet.

i hope
that i elope
with his favor and be part
of making love an art.
that sounds way better
when we're together!

© 2020 The Poets Peace

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