Writing You

I took my pen in hand
and I wrote about you
but I got you wrong
I deleted words of you
and honed my craft

I tried again
but failed with mice
and then with men
then with landscapes
laced with trees

Others seem to write with ease
My lines were choppy
and imagined colours weak
your essence greyed
and left incomplete

Stoic Poetry


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