“The sun simmered red as it slunk towards the jagged horizon,” Trevor said. He looked at his wife and asked, “What do you think?”

“Huh? Did you say something?” Samantha said.

“You never listen to me, do you?” Trevor responded. “I was reading to you the first line of the new poem I’m writing. You obviously have no respect for my craft.”

“Honestly, Trevor, I don’t have the energy to do this. But I do respect your writing efforts.”

“Yes, a grudging respect at best,” Trevor replied.

“Look, Trevor,” Samantha said, “you’re a kind, sensitive, humane man and I do love you, but I find your poetry to be indecipherable.”

“You don’t know anything, Samantha,” Trevor angrily said. “Poetry is the ultimate expression of creative artistry and my poetry is very digestible.”

“You’re right, Trevor,” Samantha said, “your poetry is about as digestible as a word salad.”

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Written for these prompts:

• Ragtag Daily Prompt, respect
• Your Daily Word Prompt, humane
• Word of the Day Challenge, grudging
• Daily Addictions, ultimate
• Fandango’s One Word Challenge, energy
• Rachel Poli’s Time To Write Only Dialogue prompt (a post that is all dialogue)
• Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday prompt (a post that starts with the line, “The sun simmered red as it slunk towards the jagged horizon”)

No offense meant to you poets out there.