What's
happened?
Lines appear
playing zig-zag
on the page - picking
words to distort and those
highlighted - soon fade away.
Letters start misbehaving like
a roof slate, caught by the wind, falling
out of place, letters sliding down the page
happened?
Lines appear
playing zig-zag
on the page - picking
words to distort and those
highlighted - soon fade away.
Letters start misbehaving like
a roof slate, caught by the wind, falling
out of place, letters sliding down the page
landing on a different
row. A verse,
sentence or paragraph all sound so
wrong to my ears. I try tracing
lines, but fine finger tremors
don't stop the jumbled words
tumbling from my lips.
Perhaps the wind
will bring change
some day
soon.
sentence or paragraph all sound so
wrong to my ears. I try tracing
lines, but fine finger tremors
don't stop the jumbled words
tumbling from my lips.
Perhaps the wind
will bring change
some day
soon.
Annie Jenkin lives in
Plymouth, England. Having not written poetry for many years, Annie has returned
to poetry writing with enthusiasm. Her writing explores several subject areas
that are insightful, humorous but can also be sensitive.
Fun write, thanks Annie!
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcome, thanks for taking time to drop by to make a comment. Take care Annie
ReplyDeleteLOL, enjoyed this fun poem
ReplyDeleteThank you Jack:)
ReplyDeleteA nice poem, very enjoyable. Thanks for sharing Annie!
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcome Ken, so pleased you liked my poem BW Annie
ReplyDeleteI liked this Annie
ReplyDeleteVEry well done
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