Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 133 Points (22 September / London)

Bell's Palsy Xii - On Dort - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Numb, number seven optic nerve
from sacred mission seemed to swerve,
no forewarning was observed,
nor premonition ere encore.

Facial features paralysed,
symetry quite jeopordized,
lip and eye anaesthetized,
and no volition, so 'on dort'.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

(5 December 2007)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013


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