Who Am I?
I am a wisp.
A thought unconnected,
looping gracelessly through wind,
alighting nowhere.
I wish to be solid--
someone of consequence--
who with weighty word
pins truth inescapable
to the textured wall.
I am invisible.
A phantom, pen in hand,
only recognized through
ink splayed blackly across
cheap lined paper.
With little power,
I dread whisper of change
that may force my feet
to tread earth stolidly,
that may wedge reality
down my too-tender throat.
Insubstantial,
I fade....
until not a blot shows.
Copyright 2010 by Susanne Barrett
So I attempt to "catch up," to complete month with a solid thirty poems.
Keeping on writing the words,
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