Let the Poets Sleep Guilt Free

   Love takes nothing I don't freely give -
   so let the poets sleep guilt free.
   Though they tell shameless lies 
   and unwelcome truths,
   they can't grow roses on the moon.

   A poem won't cure cancer
   or stop a middle-aged man
   from being a bore.
   Poetry can't make me see 
   what I would rather ignore.
   And I choose to ignore a lot:
   how that look on your face is smug;
   or how you're the salt of the Earth
   and I'm the slug.

   Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief 

   First published in Scarlet Leaf Review

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7 Comments

  1. delphini510's avatar delphini510 says:
    April 7, 2021 at 6:24 am

    What about the weave of the spider
    Or Starry Night by Van Gogh

    Miriam.

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    1. luvgoodcarp's avatar luvgoodcarp says:
      April 7, 2021 at 8:08 pm

      Both are beautiful, and hopefully the spider and Van Gogh both sleep guilt free.

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  2. Little Charmer's avatar Little Charmer says:
    April 15, 2021 at 10:24 pm

    Those last lines are great! 👍🖤

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    1. luvgoodcarp's avatar luvgoodcarp says:
      April 16, 2021 at 5:31 pm

      Thanks very much.

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      1. Little Charmer's avatar Little Charmer says:
        April 16, 2021 at 5:45 pm

        You’re most welcome 👍🖤

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  3. Sunra Rainz's avatar Sunra Rainz says:
    June 6, 2021 at 3:16 am

    I know, right?! And yet we still can’t stop writing the dratted things! An insightful gem of a poem ☀️

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    1. luvgoodcarp's avatar luvgoodcarp says:
      June 6, 2021 at 6:37 am

      Thanks, Sunra.

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