Feb. 02, 2010 Lingering Man
by Leanna Mistretta

He was an intriguing figure
A man with eyes that you knew lived many lives worth of lessons
Thoughts were written in his perplexed expression
He was a man of curiosity, a man that captured the meaning of weathered
Sitting peacefully at the table with papers scattered around him
Maybe he was waging a war inside himself; with the world
Sheets of paper that I longed to know the substance of
An image of an isolated genius
A want was provoked within my being to approach him; yet I refrained
I knew he was a poet as you can tell from one's eyes
His deep set, squinting, troubled eyes
Although labelling his eyes as 'troubled' is a bias poet's judgement of mine
He was man I wanted to know.
Maybe he had the answer.
The answer we're all searching for within ourselves
Are we all poets walking silenced amongst each other?