| Since people don't seem to feel like commenting on my short story (which I don't blame you for -- that's a pretty large chunk of text), I figured I'd post one of my poems. This was written quite a few years ago. I've basically stopped writing poetry, though I wouldn't mind getting back into the habit (which is why I'm posting this now). Comments and critique are more than welcome.
INAMORATA
The poet’s duty first is to his words
Though he often takes those words and turns them to his love
He hopes the strung out flowers of his speech
Can cater to the lady’s gentle ears,
That he can hide his serpent’s tongue
Showing only the apple -
For the pen may well be mightier than the sword
Wit twice as sharp a slicing double edge.
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