I lie here
on the blank page where you left me
Alone
Useless without your fingers,
your hand,
moving me;
bringing something adequate
to life.
This living undiscerned by me
until the deed is done,
and I am alone
again,
lying
on a
blank page.
"ellecee"
Inspired by today's prompt from
Very good! And happily brief. I like that the pen dies without your touch.
ReplyDeleteAh, but so full of potential!
ReplyDeleteWonderful, a shape poem! The poor apostrophe, a distant relative to the comma, left hanging until required.
ReplyDeleteOh so poignant!❤️
ReplyDeleteAh, the perspective is so well narrated through the most palpable feeling of being left alone.
ReplyDelete-HA
My journals must feel this way. I used to be faithful to handwritten, but I find the computer gets my words now.
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