You sussed me out a while,
finally sidled up. 'I got
these poems here,
they're not very good.'
They were very good.
I bought you a handsome pen
engraved with your name —
an illegal act, I found out later;
but no-one told.
After five years, still angry, you emerged.
We got drunk together, mourning
our friend who died.
[Poem #17]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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