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The Poem She Wrote
How 47 Words From a Stranger Rewrote My Story THE NAPKIN AT TABLE SEVEN ✍️ I was waitressing at a diner in Brooklyn, twenty-three years old, three months behind on rent, recently dumped via text message by a boyfriend who described me as "too much" which is a phrase that sounds specific but actually means nothing except that the speaker has decided you are not worth the effort of genuine feedback, and I was carrying plates of eggs and toast to table seven where a woman approximately seventy years old sat alone reading a poetry collection with her coffee and I envied her stillness, the way she occupied space without apology as though she had earned the right to sit quietly in a noisy diner and read poems without justifying her existence through productivity or performance, a right I had not yet discovered I also possessed ☕
By The Curious Writerabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Honey Bunny
I walked into the room, and John started to sing: Ohhh... John is so smart and Denise is a fart Ohhh... John is a tart And the laughter was on... I said, "Oh really, you are a tart? Perfect! I will not forget this! Serves you right for calling me a fart!!"
By Denise E Lindquistabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Budding Artists haiku
Budding Artists haiku Memories children My three Beautiful grandsons Drawings for nana #Marie381UkWrites #www #viral #poetrymagazines #facebook #twitter #instergrampoets #vocalmedia #familylove #grandchildren #memories #timeflies #nostalgia #poetrycommunit #littlechildren #Haiku
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
