Seen only by One Person
A debt of attention, spectral disorder
my fears
in putting out my poetry
given
a so called spectral disorder
and cognitive dysfunction
i'm said to be cursed with
a certain deficit of attention
labelled as a debt i can never repay
overwhelmed by the senses
on a spectrum of unrelatability
and inaccessibility taken as slovenly or unreliable
like when i talk to people
there he goes on again about this or about that, about some dead queen
or else the particulars of prosody in Latin verse
or ancient cookery or some damn thing
always as a child
being reprimanded for not paying
attention
for daydreaming
for crawling under my desk after my fallen
pencil
but i paid a very close attention
though no one knew to what
maybe it is true that i have
nothing to offer
or
perhaps it's just because
what i write
just isn't any good
but I have a suspicion
that that is not
exactly the case
however now i suppose i know that
i can never compete with normalcy
and all those relatable feelings
and easy to follow clarity
that will always make normalcy
superior to me
the debt of attention I cannot repay
renders my cherished art a thing only of isolation
"BAREFOOT CELLARS: Fruit Forward and Accessible":
that will never be my vintage
despite my barely vanquished poverty
through a dead end job lifting boxes
my unimpressive pedigree and
socio-economic standing
what right do i
have to write anything
and to have it seen
this is my DEFICIT
and so that is why
until now
it has been kept in a drawer
seen only by one person
sometimes it seems
that all that's required
to be seen or heard
is to mutilate my long-honed style
try to be normal
accessible approachable readable
without the fatal disjunct
but who am I kidding
i'll never do that
so
these are my fears
in putting out my poetry--
that they will just collect dust
anywhere i put them
and yet
[even locked in a drawer]
when Seen by One Person
that One Dear Person
it kinda makes
it all
worth it
About the Creator
Rob Angeli
sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
Comments (2)
Thank you for the encouragement.
I know this argument. You have to kick fear in the teeth and keep it out there. Everything you give will give back to you, whether you put it down or toss it out.