Sorry if this author react with irreverence, but lets tell the truth, the people around us, those Nintendo and Wii generation think that a book is a box full of words to trick them...

In response to Bobbi Ann Duffy's challenge.


I told my 5 years old granddaughter
“I am a poet”
she looked at me with enormous eyes
like I was coming from another planet,
or hoping it wasn’t something bad
she seemed like ready to start to cry,
“no…no…no” I said,
“it’s nothing bad,”
and trying to fend her tears I added,
“its’ something I write…”
but she turned around
and ran to her mother
with a look that said
“I am scared to dead”.


Then, I told my 18 years old grandson
“I am a poet”
trying to get a little of his attention
maybe stir curiosity
for some of what I mused,
and forget for a minute
all the pretty girls
and that horrible noise
that for music they confuse,
realizing by his glazed stare
that he hadn’t
the foggiest idea of what it means
to be a poet
and that his grandfather,
in his older days,
seems to be living…in another planet.

I waited until everybody
in the family was sitting
around the supper table to announce…
“I am a poet,”
which forced my oldest daughter
to look at me like I “was”
really from another planet…
while thinking that maybe
I was going bananas
sorrowful my oldest son
was shaking his head:
the rest of the clan
by reading their faces
took it as a clue
to choke on their bread,
like all of a sudden
I was some kind of a nut
and not a…POET!!!!!!!!