2.04.2010

A Poem For Thursday

I am not a huge fan of poetry, mostly because half of the time I can't decipher the cryptic messages the authors are getting at but having a best friend that devours all kinds of poetry introduced me to an author I can usually understand. Two years ago while flipping through my friend's book I found this poem and fell in love, I can read it over and over and I never get sick of it. So I decided that February would be the perfect time to share this poem.

Pocket Poem
by Ted Kooser
If this comes creased and creased again and soiled
as if I'd opened it a thousand times
to see if what I'd written here was right,
it's all because I looked for you too long to put it in your pocket.
Midnight says the little gifts of loneliness come wrapped by nervous fingers.
What I wanted this to say was that I want to be so close
that when you find it, it is warm from me.

1 comment:

Megan said...

copycat. just kidding...it's what i deserve for introducing you to the wonderful world of ted.

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