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

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 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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Little Charmer says:

April 15, 2021 at 10:24 pm

Those last lines are great! 👍🖤

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1. luvgoodcarp says:
  
  April 16, 2021 at 5:31 pm
  
  Thanks very much.
  
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  1. Little Charmer says:
    
    April 16, 2021 at 5:45 pm
    
    You’re most welcome 👍🖤
    
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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 says:
  
  June 6, 2021 at 6:37 am
  
  Thanks, Sunra.
  
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