Revision Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Revision
The eraser on a pencil
Is worn severely flat…
Brisk rubbing has attempted
to completely obliterate…
A faint trace is
replaced by bold thoughts
that attempt to hide
errors of exploration
Sheets of blue lined paper
are crumpled and tossed
As the stammering
of hypocrisy mounds
into a heap of dissatisfaction...
The efforts to satisfy
multiply in a struggle
to disguise with clever lies
2/7/2010
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4/19/2024 6:30:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I can totally relate.