"Officer Writing a Letter" by Gerard Ter Borch‘To Whom It May Concern’ and Other Poetry by Geoffrey Smagacz The Society February 15, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 3 Comments To Whom It May Concern Who writes letters anymore, and in verse? I don’t care whether you like it or not. I suppose I could have phoned you, or worse— dropped in. I’d be putting you on the spot. You’re just like everyone else nowadays, no face to face, no reading of expressions, no confrontations, no awkward displays of emotion, and no undue aggressions; tiptoeing around everything that matters. Can’t say this and not that, it might offend. I’m only allowed to say that which flatters, not compare you to a donkey’s ass end. Precious snowflake, before this poem is sent (and I write this most sincerely), get bent. On Today’s Solitude I used to think that I’m the one who chose the four sturdy, cement block, soundproof walls with windows, doors that only I could close, that hide my journals filled with scribbled scrawls; that I put myself here by my own will, that I wanted not much more than to think on life’s vicissitudes, the daffodil or if my printer might not need more ink. What a foolish ass I’ve been. How profoundly I have deceived myself with twisted thinking. Others have made the bricks that now surround me, gave them to me freely. What a hoodwinking! “Thank you,” I’d said. “Thanks for all your help. Now leave me alone.” That was my last yelp. Geoffrey Smagacz writes from North Carolina and Mexico. A collection of his fiction, published under the title of A Waste of Shame and Other Sad Tales of the Appalachian Foothills (Wiseblood Books, 2013), won the 2014 Independent Publisher gold medal for Best Mid-Atlantic Regional Fiction. His rhymed and metered poetry has also been published in various literary magazines and e-zines, including 14 by 14 and Dappled Things. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Joe Tessitore February 15, 2020 These are incredibly good and the rhymes – how profoundly/now surround me – are brilliant. Reply James A. Tweedie February 15, 2020 There is an enviable freedom within form that sings to me in these two poems and the introspective whimsey somehow succeeds in being both sophisticated and casual at the same time. Quite a feat! Well done. Reply Sally Cook February 15, 2020 Oh, Geoffery, you said it for all of us !!How many times have I despaired of ever actually speaking to a human ! Even those who seem quite normal .on those rare occasions when we meet are enmeshed in a tangle of wires, commercials and pleasant people whom you cannot understand. PLEASE keep sounding the alarm; I will on my endl. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.