Thursday, November 28, 2013

Paper Poem

I have no paper to pen my poem
so no paper poem gets written

Instead with straightened back I sit
to tap
fingertips sore and bitten.

The mental pen on mental page
flourishes fast regardless

A lyrical ballad is silently spun
while my tips
tap dance so artless.

I cannot work in these conditions
my fingers seem to say

Hand me a pen,
tear me a page
I'll write a paper poem today!

And so I did, and here it is
transposed for the screen

A paperless, penless, bloodless work
as deceptive as a dream.

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