False Opening Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
False Opening
Open...
a computer file
then
open up the mind;
the words begin to come.
They hit the screen;
as keys clickety-click
and a stanza is formed.
Wait...
for a thought,
a feeling,
a sound,
something seen or remembered.
Fingers steady,
senses enlivened;
at the ready,
try to push away the brain clouds
but alas...
the mind is a total blank
the last line is a dead end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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