To an unread poet.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.

You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all dreams
you're a poet of the heart,
you mustn't fall apart at the seams.

Don't be such a turd,
say what you can in words;
they speak the message true
the poems will see it all through.

A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've thought
and been taught.

I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend).