What am I missing?
She asked
Is it intellect?
No
Is it soul?
No
Is it emotion?
No
Is it the whole point, the message?
No
Is it the ability to make myself understood?
No
Then what, pray?
Because apparently,
I don't make the grade.
He put down his pen, and turned to look at her,
Her past thirty two nights in her hands:
Reading glasses,
Thick, black ink spots,
Paper cuts, carefully strung lines,
Cliff hanger rhymes,
And missed dinners,
All crumpled
In her palms,
And missing the last achievement she refused to learn,
That he couldn't teach.
Contentment.
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October Poetry: in the style of April Poetry (U.S. National Poetry Month),U.K’s poetry month is October.
Personal Mission: 31 days, 31 poems.
Challenge Accepted.Link to others: http://sarahkasm.tumblr.com/october-poetry-2012