the people who write words

#1
the little poet

the little poet
wanted to run away
and join the circus
but he was too young
and his parents loved him too much.

so the little poet grew up
and went to university
and never joined the circus.
he didn't understand
that the things he did with words
were as breathtaking
as sword swallowers and fire eaters.

#2
the writer

they said to the writer that words
were his substance
and everybody loved them,
so the writer came to believe that words
were all he was good for.
then came a day when the writer
could write no more.
he had shared his dreams and his hopes and his words
so that others
could glory in them,
and then the writer died with no words left.
no one told the writer that he was
actually a really bloody nice guy.

#3
family

-mum, i wrote something today
-ok
-do you want to read it?
-...go and write some more. show me when my headache's gone.


-gm
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some context:

i wrote three short poem things all centred around the same idea so i thought i'd share them in a little malgamation of poems.
have fun.

much love

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