"I have a love/hate relationship with poetry. I hate it, but it loves me." ~ a reputable source

I said, is it wrong to write about other people if they don't know about it? He said, are you recording this?

Poetry

"If I write about you," I said, "you will no longer be yourself. The poem will create another, simpler you -- an image, positive or negative, of what you are and how it wishes to present you. Some people glow with a ghostly light -- some crumple like a pile of charred sticks. The poem decides whether you are good or misguided, worthy of praise or condemnation, or too shrouded in mystery to decipher." ~ The Incomplete Works of Helen Walters

A Poem about Music / He had a silvery voice -- it/ could probably carry for miles; it / bounced when he spoke, it / rippled when he sang. I / liked to listen to it, he was always / nearby (at a safe distance) and I would / strain, quietly, to hear the smooth syllables; I could / see him walking down the street (I / walked on the opposite side) sometimes, / singing an operetta to himself; // Perhaps, for a moment, his voice and my / gentle humming exchanged a mutual message: // I am but a grace note in your melody.

Imaginary Poem/Let me come and dance with you, fulfill a childhood dream/Let me watch your dimples crinkle and your silver smile gleam/ You are filled with glowing moondust with the power to enthrall/ You are none but an illusion, but my favorite one of all.