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cyber poem
by Mary Frances Spencer
letters float
assemble semi-coherently
i sea sick
on this bright plank
sipping some red
i type black on white
not knowing
the next
line by line
appears
flickering
words fish swimming
phosphorescent
into a virtual night
as profound
waves crash over
seeking timeless
treasure
down deep
bottoms up
07/14/2009 Author's Note: I'm having a dry spell lately, but trying to write something here! cheers! MFS
Posted on 07/14/2009
Copyright © 2024 Mary Frances Spencer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 07/15/09 at 04:12 AM Hello my poetess friend.. you are on the right track.. keep on keeping on... alisa |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/16/09 at 07:34 AM ...seems like a fine dry run has ended, never underestimate the self-muse within! Nice. And thanks. |
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