singular world

I know no great poem that is not a world of its own.

limited love

They claim to love poetry but can’t name more than a handful of poems beyond their own.

one and done

There is art you are grateful to have experienced but wouldn’t want to own. There are poems you’re grateful to have read but wouldn’t read again.

no owner

The poem was published as “Anonymous” because no one would own up to it.

whose words are these

They are the coin of our tongue, but words cannot be owned.