Don’t You Forget It

I’m a poet.

- So you say.

But poetry is not my thing.

- So you have nothing to say?

It’s my caffeine kick. My jolt of coffee for a writer’s day.

- So you’re addicted?

Not an addiction as such,
More of a medicine. 
Not my muse but my hit single.

- Hahah You think you have hits? Have you seen -

Listen. I don’t need the lip.

- You’d talk this way to your “hit”?

I’d hit you myself if you had -

- Ouch. Going with the ‘you’ve got no body. You’re not real.’

You’re the one that started this.

- Did I?
- Your first love eh? Awww.

Well no actually.
We met later in life. 
I’ve been writing stories

- Always the bridesmaid, never the bride

You’re rarely even in the wedding.

- You slut!

I mean you’re there
But I’m not
You’re screaming
But not my pain
You woo
But not my moves
You’re the agony of someone else’s defeat

- You enjoy this don’t you?

Meh. 

- Meh?
- Mehhhhbe. Maybe. Yes. 
- You are here too often for it to be less.

I must confess
I am enamored.
I enjoy 
Our little tête-à-tête.

- Awww. I love you too.

No, you don’t.
 
- You’re right.
- But we need each other.

And don’t you forget it.

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This is for a dVerse prompt- The Prompt: Write an Ars Poetica that reveals your writing process through imagery, symbolism, or personalization.

I took the personalization a little literal in that it is a conversation with poetry as a person. Interspersed is imagery and symbolism in the conversation.

I must confess, I do not have a love of poetry, neither as a writer or reader. If I was forced to read or write one form of writing it would be fictional prose but as I wrote above “we need each other” poetry and I. Knowing someone is reading something I wrote literally keeps me writing. At least at a pace faster than something that would make even George R. R. Martin wince. LOL.

So to all of you who are reading or have read. Thank you! From poetry and me. 😊❤