Observationalpoetry Stories

I feel the way your metaphors glow but the label that held you is gone.

I hoped for your return, your warmth, your embrace, your soft whispers, and I have been waiting in silence for you.

An ode to Bukowski and the act of writing, this poem explores themes of observation, imitation, and the flawed nature of equating age with wisdom. It reflects on the writer's personal experiences with arrogance and the limitations of experience without understanding. The poem uses a conversational tone, blending personal reflection with literary commentary, creating a raw and relatable piece.