The Poet's Page Poem by Edwina Reizer

The Poet's Page



All the words that fill a poet's page
can never convey love's feeling.
For all we know and think about love
is only what we're feeling.

The page itself is a bit of relief
as the words spill upon it.
But as the poet spells out the emotion
it seems as if they omit
the deepest and sweetest part of love
that words can never convey.
For the innermost ardor that's everlasting
is too hard for the pen to say.

But say it they must or die inside
and little by little sicken.
And write it they must or never be
able to feel their heart quicken.

And what words can come
that can live through the pain
of unfulfilled love that does remain.
The pen is just an extension
of the brain that's overworked tonite.
Oh that it had the power to bring
to me sweet delight
instead of another lonely,
lonely and empty night.

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