Hello, solitary one.
I’m a little uncertain
a little diffident
to come a-knocking at your door.
Is it yourself you are content with
It is, after all, the old reliable.
Do you, perhaps, mistrust the throng,
or will you just not suffer the fools?
The privations of apartness
need happy amelioration at times.
Are you so in the present
because the past is past
and tomorrow knows you not?
You are proud, so proud.
‘Tis not a sin.
A rare bird has few of a feather.
I have heard your voice at night.
It is earnest, intent.
So at odds with the imbecility outside.
Do you like tea?
I would bring the finest from the Orient.
Or, better maybe, wine?
Chablis or Chardonnay in a pop bottle.
A bit of camembert, a crusty loaf.
And, if you dare,
a small canvas and pastels
I will paint you
While you read me your dreams.
I will sense if I impose.
Hold your sting.
I will go quietly,
But not without regret.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.