Spoiled © W. Scott Grant February 22, 1999 8:15 pm When I finish reading This brand new poem You might laugh or Breath uh hum. But as the next person Haltingly reads Spilling a heart’s love Speaking of needs What of my poem Have you forgotten? (Or am I just Spoiled rotten?) Do you remember what My mind had wrought? Probably not!
This poem just needs a bit of context. During the mid-to-late 90s, Brenda and I attended multiple poetry groups where we read our own poems aloud. I noticed, even for myself, that as poems were read publicly, many of the poems were quickly forgotten in favor of the next – ones that were funny, sparked an emotion, or just had a dynamic method of delivery. That’s what this poem is about.