For You, the 'Other Writer'…

So at this time I would profess

—if the truth were to be told—

how every poem that you’ve refined

whispers through my heart and mind

and touches deep within my soul

Oh, that I had such gift as yours!

With subtlety and fine inflection

each story line and each reflection,

each lover's conflict you’ve endured

frozen there upon the page

seeks and speaks to inner core.

Where indeed do such words come

that touch upon such highs and lows,

to paint the hollows so profound

and grapple the unpolished truth?

I hang suspended and spellbound;

for in your words I see myself—

in this mirror that you’ve shared

each fault and glorious imperfection

through introspective interjection

my secrets called out and laid bare.

And so to you, I now confess,

to maestro wielding quill in hand—

I’ve seen my story on your page

as much as you have shared your own.

Through lines transcending time and age,

your tales regale what we have lived,

revealing secrets I have known.

While some aspire, others lead

in ever reaching for that bar,

as each one tries to plant a seed

in hopes that some may stop and read…

Seems for a moment I’ve digressed,

so venture, somewhat tentative

to credit one where credit’s due:

With admiration and respect

that’s earned or ascertained by few—

from moment when we first connected,
my benchmark has been set by you.

© Ginny Brannan 2017

Linked to dVerse Poets OLN #187