TO MS. DICKINSON

Unfortunately,
Ms. Dickinson,
Despite my feelings,
Despite my reasons,
I have to agree with you:

I’m nobody
But I don’t need to stay quiet
Or even whisper…
Since my sound is a croaking
From my mouth….

I`m just joking,
I’m just a frog
That lives in a bog,
Near to the river,
Surround by a bald ground!

I’m just a frog
That’s never gonna wait for a girl
Who is coming to me
And let me be a Sir
On her true eyes!
(Sad, but true!)

……………………………………


There is something more
I want to tell you:
You are not a nobody,
You are more than a body;
You are a soul,
Ms Dickinson….

A soul of poetry
Who nobody else can be!

(Leandro Monteiro)