Sometimes I wonder about you
Your eyes inhaling what I’ve written
Your mouth lipsynching my words
My words becoming your words inside you
Yes, I wonder who you are, and
what you find in what I write
Do you see what I see?
What do you see?
Poetry is a funny thing
Always more than what meets the eye
Like an onion, so many layers to peel away
Like an ocean with no bottom, no end to its depth
I wonder what you feel about my words
What you bring to them, and
what you leave behind
without either of us noticing
I like the way you dance with my words
Yes, you give legs to my poetry
That’s a good thing. Don’t you think?
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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10 thoughts on “You My Reader”
Thanks Floots. I appreciate your insights. So much seems to be brought by the visitor — their presence for one, which is very powerful.
Thanks Margie. I think we all wonder about our visitors. Hope you are well.
I really like that poem, very much, Don!
I wonder about my readers, too!
like marching to a different drummer
i think sometimes we read a poem
and cry to a different onion 🙂
if the emotions are real then i think they are valid
as you suggest here
they are not what the poet intended
a nice thoughtful piece don
Joanne: Thanks. Yes, what you say about words is very true. Shared symbols is what they are and we personalize those symbols when we take them inside us. And as words, at best they point to a reality and never one and the same.
A wonderful followup poem to the one posted just prior. Where your words meet me may not have been what you intended when you wrote them, but my experience of them is no less “real” or “existent” than your experience of them as they become “form”, and in a way this is the most beautiful thing about words…they are not limited to the confines of one provider but are limitless in their reach and scope as the beholder meets them, experiences them, and feels them.
Polona: Thanks. I think you’re right and basically to each his or her own in what they draw from what I write. Each of us has own own hero’s journey when it comes to life.
another interesting and thought-provoking poem… i think the reader doesn’t always see what we mean butthere’s nothing wrong with that
Andrew: Thanks. Yes, we all wonder about our readers. I am thankful for you and others who stop by and read what I’ve written.
I’ve often thought the same — wonderful writing!