“Settings” – a Poem by Eleanor Rigby

“I was mislaid,”
Eleanor Rigby said,
“Amused
at my own voice.”

She sat and sat and sat,
but instead of growing tired,
wrote:
“This poem I write
is for Me only.
Signed,
Miss Understanding.”

She didn’t know
all alone poems
find a reader
sitting,
darning & clicking,
long through the night.

Eleanor Rigby
thought she was writing
only for you.

When suddenly, strings
opened up the sky,
a quartet of likes,
and an aeolian
comment
trilled and thrilled
the air.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Dan Hen says:

    All the lonely people ……da da da da da da da da da da da da da …..

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    1. Joe Linker says:

      Where do they all belong? In Blog poems?

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  2. philipparees says:

    Here is an aeolian comment or three, bunched and tied with garden twine. You throw interesting things together.

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    1. Joe Linker says:

      the potpourri, the collage, the bricolage, melange, medley, mash, assembly (all with no instructions!)

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  3. dianawestrup says:

    Miss Understanding… I loved it, Joe. Your sense of humor is refreshing… I enjoyed the poem. Greetings from Cancun!

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    1. Joe Linker says:

      Thx, Diana! Thought I had lost you. Cancun looking wonderful. Love the colorful surfboards and the sea photos.

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