[Poem] Twins
Title: Twins
Date: October 18, 2009
We are the literary twins,
The Siamese at heart.
Corns on our fingers,
From holding quills for too long.
Look, my forefinger’s deformed.
I have the same defect.
When my quill was blunt
You sat by my side
And helped me sharpen it.
When the river of words became an ocean
Too deep for you
I told you to learn to swim.
They say poets are crazy:
They say too much
And die too young.
If we are to die,
Let it be from words.
for E.
Date: October 18, 2009
We are the literary twins,
The Siamese at heart.
Corns on our fingers,
From holding quills for too long.
Look, my forefinger’s deformed.
I have the same defect.
When my quill was blunt
You sat by my side
And helped me sharpen it.
When the river of words became an ocean
Too deep for you
I told you to learn to swim.
They say poets are crazy:
They say too much
And die too young.
If we are to die,
Let it be from words.
for E.