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Poem number 2
by E. A. PughPoem 2
Our poems were stolen today
It happened while we were away.
Minutes took by
Minutes put letters in their pockets
Minutes stuff some words in their pockets
Minutes crept out at whatever time of day is best for Minutes to creep
With our letters and words coveted away,
Our poems have been stolen today, right now.
Our poems exploded today.
Now for sure I expand but truth
Nonetheless,
our poems went dark into nothingness.
The tower connected to the web suffered a virus
and dark went the screen.
A virus made black the life of our history.
Our poems exploded today
They have suddenly crashed away.
Are they possible to recreate
Or has time altered our human flesh mind write body suddenly. We change. Write?
Under review of Sally Smith all rights reserved for the use of E.A.P 2012 if you received this message you must destroy this publication now.
05/16/2012 Posted on 05/16/2012
Copyright © 2025 E. A. Pugh
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/16/12 at 06:46 PM I really like this lady. It opens many possibilities but I warn you your poems have not been stolen. They are still out here to be read!! Over and over again!! |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 05/17/12 at 11:33 AM How fragile and ephemeral it can seem. How much stronger than chance it truly is. I like how you have poised this...lk |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/17/12 at 12:03 PM Powerful message here. I liked the darkness set forth. GREAT Write! |
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