Dear Friend

Dear Friend Who Does Not Feel The Same As I Do

About Discussing Everything Dear Friend Who Doesn’t Like

to Reveal Anything Much Perfectly Happy to Listen But Doesn’t

Want to Say This Ordinary Sentence I Am Worried About

More or Less Everything Country Relationship Children Teeth Dear Friend

Who I Have Known for Thousands of Days Years Even Who Can’t Talk

to Me Because She is Afraid Because She Doesn’t Know the Right Words

Because She Tried Once to Say Something and It Didn’t Work Who Knows Why

Because She is Unhappy or Just Regular Worried Dear Friend

Who is Not So Caught Up in Saying Things Because Because Because

Saying Them Doesn’t Always Help Dear Friend No Matter What

You Say or Don’t I’m Here.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

6 Comments

  1. I like this poem, Esther. Thanks, for being here.
    Last night at Book Club we discussed Milkman by Anna Burns. Your poem made me connect again with one of the themes of this novel , the fear of communication and keeping ones inner most thoughts to oneself to maintain ones power in “this disempowering world”.

  2. I really love this poem. The letter that is always being written, in love, from heart to head and back again. I am here. A poem that can preserve the sanctity of silence and word in this time! THank you .

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