A letter to my favourite poet

by Muskan Sethi 00:28 0 comments Poetry

A letter to my favourite poet

(i) I taste your words on my lips

I type out this letter as an apology

for this world not being enough poetry for you.

(ii) I think you’re the kind

who’d bring a knife to a gun fight,

whisper words in a rock concert,

sip wine on a Sunday morning,

reading out the same article on the jewel heist

over and over and over again,

a total of 37 times.

(iii) I’m sorry Sunday mornings

are never long enough for you,

I wish I could taste Sunday mornings like you do.

(iv) You’re the song in my one song playlist

that I play on Tuesday nights

that feel like Friday evenings.

I wish I were a poet.

(v) I wish you did not have to apologise

for all the words you’re yet to write.

(vi) You’re poetry

(vii) I wish you’d think so too.

(viii) thank you for being the difference

between roses and lilies.

I wasn’t ever much for roses anyway.

(ix) you’re my favourite unwritten book,

that I wish I could read,

over and over and over again,

on a Sunday night,

at 11:53 pm,

as you whisper my name underwater,

and the constellations shout back,

calling you home.

(x) I wish there were more of you,

and more of your poetry today.

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_a letter to my favourite poet.

//unlearning words.

15/10/18 

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