After reading,
it would be hard
to express my feelings.

That being the case;
there must be something
lacking in me.

Forever ready to blame myself,
I read and read again.
Your mind skirts
around the edges
of a different plain.
Your words in stanzas,
stretch and hurt
this mere mortal...

rendering him unable
to leave a comment...

on the content
of your art.

Ian Bowen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-poems-i-don-t-understand/