Open Poetry #51 |
Never in the present |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Late at night, thoughts seem to appear, Years from now, this writer will disappear, Between zero and ones are left once creative juices, To be admired by someone from the future at some point, But in the present, few will ever read these thoughts, For the audience is large, but the attention span is short, One swipe to the next is what our efforts have succumb to. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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KJOTT Member
since 2012-12-26
Posts 87Canada |
Poets are like journalists, historians, teachers, certainly dreamers & storytellers and often go unacknowledged. But we journey into the futures we create and look what we may find! kevinjtaylor callmepoet.com |
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