Sunday, November 1, 2009

inventions (poem)

inventions

casting with silence
in white space

screening mind's canvas
blank yet to eye

lip-synching
stuttered trials of first words

the pencil point shilling:

the poet
drops a line of possibility

both existing and not

Copyright 2009 Maureen E. Doallas. All Rights Reserved.

3 comments:

Glynn said...

You just described exactly what we do.

nAncY said...

i
like
it

Maureen said...

Thank you both for reading and commenting. One of L.L.'s posts sparked this.