Poets we hang out with

It seems I am getting to know more and more poets. Till now I was viewing them with suspicion and didn't quite think they should play any role in my life. When I was 30 I had a boyfriend for a while who was a traffic engineer (or if there is no such thing then think of the closest profession this description evokes) and lived together with his ex-wife, her new husband and the child of the latter two. All in glorious harmony in a beautiful house owned by my then boyfriend, Gyula. It was an idyllic setting. And he wrote poems, too. And played them on his guitar (after adding some tunes, I guess).

Ah, but it didn't last. Soon, Gyula didn't seem to appreciate me that much. But I made friends with her ex-wife and her new family. We are still friends actually, though sadly Gyula is not with us, earthlings, anymore. Andrea, a sharp woman with a sometimes exceedingly sarcastic demeanor, once told me to imagine Gyula as he recites his own poems while playing his music on his guitar. We had to laugh, it was such a funny image, so ridiculous. I soon broke up with Gyula, and then thought I can leave poets in my past and their poems in the dust.

However, my sister is also a poet. Well, an amateur one. Thanks God, Andrea never let her recite her poems to her (as they became friends, too) so this way she can't sharpen her tongue at the expense of my poor sister. To be honest, I don't read her poems much, so I can't tell if they are good. But I discovered, poets are fun (sometimes) to hang out with. They have a soul for sure.

Tonight we hung out with 3 of her fellow poets and they were pretty nice bunch. And the hostess, Morci has a sweet son, a teenager, who wants to be an actor. He is apparently used to his mother's idiosyncratic friends as he didn't faze for a sec when Morci showed up with the three of us. Later a guy (also a poet) came over, too.

I think I have to check on my cats now.