I take the selfish liberty
of imposing upon you yet again,
with an offering of my simple poetry.
Pardon my intrusion,
but sometimes, however,
even an infinite amount of words
aren't sufficient for the crafting of a poem.
I must confess
that my love for words
had bought me a lifetime of headache,
despair, like a poet with a lovely disability...you and one or two more.
I hope you get
a small measure of joy
from my thoughts or knowing
that I'm not a bilingual Pablo Neruda,
but Fidel Guerra Cuevas.
Oregon, Feb, 2020.
of imposing upon you yet again,
with an offering of my simple poetry.
Pardon my intrusion,
but sometimes, however,
even an infinite amount of words
aren't sufficient for the crafting of a poem.
I must confess
that my love for words
had bought me a lifetime of headache,
despair, like a poet with a lovely disability...you and one or two more.
I hope you get
a small measure of joy
from my thoughts or knowing
that I'm not a bilingual Pablo Neruda,
but Fidel Guerra Cuevas.
Oregon, Feb, 2020.