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The Lonesome Loser (Free verse) by Dovina
He sips his coffee,
writes a line,
remembers the struggle,
apprehends why.
Heâs read to dull ears,
seen eyes turn away,
from his poems about nothing;
even he has misgiving.
Ten years since an editorâs thank-you note;
still he sips and still writes,
skipping slick certitudes,
untangling knots.
He writes what he knows,
and he knows a lot,
but they donât know,
and they donât care.
He lifts his pen
leans back and smilesâ
an insiderâs trust:
The right eyes will see.
He scans the walls
for someone who might,
bends forward againâ
maybe tonight.
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Weighted score: 5.2384057
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Posted: July 8, 2006 8:40 PM PDT; Last modified: July 8, 2006 8:40 PM PDT
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'Skipping slick certitudes'