fiction (poem)
Posted on November 25, 2021
a fiction’s pen must be a god
who’s spit and stroke along the page
a letter’s life becomes a wage
to pay and reap in other ways
.
a lesson’s path be careful trod
for unknown is the future face
of single threads among the lace
interpretation’s saving grace
none double edged the wiser
.
written in the Sumter National Forest
The next time I read a blog, Hopefully it doesnt fail me just as much as this one. I mean, Yes, it was my choice to read through, but I actually thought you would have something useful to say. All I hear is a bunch of moaning about something that you could fix if you werent too busy searching for attention.