You My Reader

Sometimes I wonder about you
Your eyes inhaling what I’ve written
Your mouth lipsynching my words
My words becoming your words inside you

Yes, I wonder who you are, and
what you find in what I write
Do you see what I see?
What do you see?

Poetry is a funny thing
Always more than what meets the eye
Like an onion, so many layers to peel away
Like an ocean with no bottom, no end to its depth

I wonder what you feel about my words
What you bring to them, and
what you leave behind
without either of us noticing

I like the way you dance with my words
Yes, you give legs to my poetry
That’s a good thing. Don’t you think?
Wanna rumba?

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: http://www.donaldiannone.com Wisdom Work Press: https://wisdomworkpress.wordpress.com

10 thoughts on “You My Reader

  1. Andrew: Thanks. Yes, we all wonder about our readers. I am thankful for you and others who stop by and read what I’ve written.

  2. another interesting and thought-provoking poem… i think the reader doesn’t always see what we mean butthere’s nothing wrong with that

  3. Polona: Thanks. I think you’re right and basically to each his or her own in what they draw from what I write. Each of us has own own hero’s journey when it comes to life.

  4. A wonderful followup poem to the one posted just prior. Where your words meet me may not have been what you intended when you wrote them, but my experience of them is no less “real” or “existent” than your experience of them as they become “form”, and in a way this is the most beautiful thing about words…they are not limited to the confines of one provider but are limitless in their reach and scope as the beholder meets them, experiences them, and feels them.

  5. Joanne: Thanks. Yes, what you say about words is very true. Shared symbols is what they are and we personalize those symbols when we take them inside us. And as words, at best they point to a reality and never one and the same.

  6. like marching to a different drummer
    i think sometimes we read a poem
    and cry to a different onion 🙂
    if the emotions are real then i think they are valid
    even when
    as you suggest here
    they are not what the poet intended
    a nice thoughtful piece don
    thank you

  7. Thanks Floots. I appreciate your insights. So much seems to be brought by the visitor — their presence for one, which is very powerful.

    Thanks Margie. I think we all wonder about our visitors. Hope you are well.

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