Translations

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A page turner

another page turned...

The book's folded jaws

bites

with written teeth

my fingered marker.

 

Looking out the window

from my seat.

And back to the book's

closed jaws.

Yet another attempt

at un-giving text?

 

Looking at the fire...

Feel the warmth

from its coals.

Thinking

The words...

will not make sense...

 

Why am I waking in the dark?

The folded jaws lay open.

 

Words and foto by T Carroll

◄ Aphasia or inebriated spoke schism

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Cyprian Van Dyke

Sun 3rd Feb 2019 03:56

Interesting poem! Never read anything like it before, I like it. Tyfs!!!

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