The poet and the art teacher
By seashore
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A poet meets an artist
wrong time
wrong place
he is there to paint -
but despite her efforts
the pen prospers
So he addresses her
in verse,
explains the problem;
she replies
in the only language
they both understand.
It is the first poem
she ever writes.
His accent is Scouse,
foreign to her -
but she knows
he is a true poet
She knows because
she's been here before;
countless scrawled
childish rhymes
on scraps of paper
handed to her
by shaven-headed
tattooed suitors..
But nothing like this -
his she saves, savours,
forgets she is there
to teach him to paint;
teacher student
you wouldn't know
the difference.
Subtle his words
for the unattainable,
he knows she knows
and never crosses the line
and she never knows
his crime, she doesn't
need to, doesn't care...
Too soon he pays his dues
hands her his
`barbed wire verse'
as a parting gift,
leaving her wondering
what might have been.
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Hi seashore, this is a nice
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I really enjoyed Seashore,
k.
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this is wonderful seashore
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Couldn't agree more with all
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Hi seashore. Your
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A wonderful ending to a
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New one to me. Congrats on
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new seashore Had to stop and
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new seashore Hello. I have
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Another poem with a visual,
barryj1
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It worked. Trust me on that.
barryj1
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