The first of a series of poems written by Rosie Fea…
it saddens me
that poetry is thought only for
the conservative woman over forty
the school teacher
the twenty-something year old male
sitting over there,
searching for meaning.
i think he might listen to radiohead
and maybe knows about bitcoin,
or fixed gear bicycles.
is not every utterance
that comes from the lips of a conscious being
worthy of documentation?
i think you too might have
beautiful things to say
if only you looked past words
to write them down.