Naught
I'll be
tearing those pages today, the poems,
I'd like to
tear all the words too
shred each
one carefully, until
all the
letters, are divided
formless,
wordless, less,
till no
memory
exists in
them
no
evidence
of emotion
or motion
till,
stilled
they are
and they
no more
are.
Now that I can follow your blog, I'll endeavour to read the ant-like font!
ReplyDeleteShredded poetry. I like the style.
ReplyDeleteThe pattern strikes instantly. Remarkable in its rendition of the emotion.
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