Happy Friday! We’re in the final week of National Poetry Month, and I wanted to share this little ditty I just wrote as I gear up for a tedious morning of client legal reviews (Zoom fatigue, anyone?) of my latest ad campaign. Here’s my poem; enjoy!
By Anna Applegate
look how bright the sun shines on the carpet
watch the gum recede into the distance
hear the screams call out from the horizon
feel the dreams fall short of their direction
these were the words uttered by a knower of things
after she had
in love with ink
is it possible to delight
in liquid traces of thick blackness?
to exult in the boldness of
announcing their defiance as
are translated to the page?
the enchantment ceased
she stopped drawing spirals
a subtle shift
commingling of vibrational patterns
floated out of the room
she sighed and jabbed herself with pointed quill