My uselessness is recaptured
through every tap of a finger
causing words to appear on your screen

My scream is useless and tired
and soundless and just letters
and words appearing on a screen

unread or read is all the same
if unread fine if read forgotten
just soundless words and letters on the screen

Go thee now to one poet on the rise
Whose love of Ovid o’errunneth her senses
Ingenio perii, Suzanne poeta, meo
Pricked on the sweet nettle in full color and bloom
Nurtured and studied and drunk
Enraptured words ensue, fused and mused
Full throttled ecstacy appearing on her very screen
She is touching the timeless place where poets breathe
Through Ovid onto Shakespeare and Shelly and Keats
A touching of the infinite keyboard
An eager grab of the mouse she clicks

Send To The World

On the next day
And the next
And the next
Her poem, her existential signal
Her beacon to the unseen and unalive
Her stance in the world of only this
appear as words unseen. fine. seen and forgotten.