August 7 — Cyber Fantasy
Poem about writing poetry plus a poem
You ask for the book and then page through
Reading only the parts of interest to you.
You never get the whole story, yet
I wish that at eight
It wasn't too late
For the poetry to rise to the top
Her tears held the page in place
A torrent of emotion obscured its face,
In words smeared and blurred
Their meaning lost.
The page was
Into the space of memory.
Published Wed Sep 17, 2014 |