Poet Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Poet
A flat black and white screen
becomes a portal
through which worlds
play out,
one pixel,
one keystroke at a time.
He frees himself
from whatever lies
in that space between his head
through a mute screen
with typewritten words that fly;
empties himself
before he dies with it all
locked inside.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
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5/4/2024 2:53:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very good, and very true; the thoughts must be translated from the head Into words that can be read, Before the poet is dead.