Holding paper clips between two fingers,
loss devours any sense of solidity,
a void tightening like a vice is
seeking that form to disconnect
as papers flutter to the floor,
Pantomime, if you will,
the correct answer,
all semblance of truth is not lost;
but all motion is truth.
In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),
I am joining many others in an attempt
to write and post a poem a day.
After years of inactivity
this blog should soon be swirling in words,
if it all works as planned!
Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!