You make your impression
by being unknown —
unexpected, unidentified.
Your blog is set to private.
I had a student once
with your first name …
but, a respected poet now,
not likely secret or shy.
And there was a friend.
We shared a son
a long, long story.
His early death
drove us apart, our pain
in each other’s faces
too much to bear.
You will not be her?
[Poem #4]
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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