The Listening Poem

Most poems speak

Words meant to last through the years

Poems portray

Anxieties and fears

Most poems have voice

Such a poem never hears

But this poem listens

For this one has ears

“How?” You just asked

You questioned in your head

“How can a poem

hear the reader talk instead?”

“The writer can’t have

known before the words were read.”

Oh, but writers can

Even when they’re dead

Don’t seek to comprehend

Feel it to be true

Relive the rhymes you’ve read

That pulled and yanked you right on through

Onto the poem’s other side

Where authors strive to do

The thing I’m doing now -

Becoming one with you

And now that we’re together

Pray say just what you’re thinking

This poem will not tell a soul

It’s very good at listening

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