I’m sure many of us have gone through spelling hiccups as we incessantly FB, tweet, text, la dee dum….
Before the typos the words made sense.
There was a rhythm, a rise and a fall.
There was an applause,
but after the daft
damn damn damn.
Not a murmur.
Not a ripple of delight.
Not even a possibility of excitement.
The heart sinks to remember
the imbecile who started out
one day chewing a pen, rustling a paper
inspired by Whitman and his Leaves
How many leaves
have left their branch and kin
how many flew like birds from nests brave,
how many wrinkled and reddened
ashamed by their weakness,
How many have died?
© neelthemuse, 2012