Who Is In My Attic? Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

WHO IS IN MY ATTIC?

I want to write a Tanka
is that really what you want, Sylvia?

Oh no, I want to write a Senryu
but this is up to all of you

I am dyslexic at typing
never read or write

for submitting a verse
I have to rehearse and rehearse

correct and correct
until I THINK it's perfect

but my love told me
there is no such thing as perfect, Sylvie

I think he's right
and higher, my attic is getting bright

but...WHO is in my attic space?
someone I don't know is in that place

Do you mean the attic in your house?
yes baby in my house called body

the attic of my body, in Dutch: 'upper room'
who's in my attic? In Dutch 'attic' or 'upper room'

are you still following my explanation?
yes, dear, I'm still following your explanation from my windowsill

now I know WHO is in YOUR attic
your genius brain with typing dyslexic

because according to Artistic Poetics
you have a little dyslexia
when typing,
that's dyslexia euphoria,
luckily not dyslexia melancholia!


© Sylvia Frances Chan - All rights reserved
Anno Domini Sunday, August 22,2021