To the other poet

I have half-written fragments of thoughts lost
Garbled words and phrases unsold at cost
While you easily write sonnets in the sunshine
Beautifying metaphors and dissembling rhyme.

So much written, so little said
So many words, that will never be read
So I'll bother not with the next line
Too soon it dissolves itself in time.

Even when I complain I create.
I have half-written fragments of thoughts lost
Garbled words and phrases unsold at cost
While you easily write sonnets in the sunshine
Beautifying metaphors and dissembling rhyme.


So much written, so little said
So many words, that will never be read
So I’ll bother not with the next line
Too soon it dissolves itself in time.


Even when I complain I create.

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