For months now, maybe even close to a year, I’ve been gently nudging Mini to post some of her really wonderful poetry on here (don’t worry, she’s fairly compensated!) but she’s understandably shy & rather busy too. So I thought why don’t I take the first plunge and stop being a hypocrite. I am in fact going to be a plagiarist and also title this, in Mini’s style,
Some Sort of Poem
for some reason
I am afraid
someday it might be like
I’ve just imagined you
all along
*
we’re all familiar
with the old adage
that you die a second death
when someone utters
your name
one final time
*
What of the living?
Do we all
lose you again?
When we forget
When we might not even
register
that we’ve said what
made us think of you
one last time
without
meaning to
*
if our voices were
so powerful
that we could
(even unknowingly)
deliver you into oblivion
why have I not
been able to
speak you
into existence.