"POEMS IN THE ATTIC"

Blow off the dusty atlas
That is my construct
Well travelled and traversed by letters
Peek through the curtains of my words
Delve deep into my historical abyss
Watch by the sidelines
As I pop a literary pill to relieve my vocab addiction.

Hunt through the archives of my mind
What wonders and secrets will you there find?
A vowel or consonant, a comma or an apostrophe
Blended together seamlessly or in total confusion?
They wait hungrily to be rewritten into something new
So perhaps all you might see there is a glimpse of a blank canvas
For these are my unformed poems in the attic of my brain.

©17th September 2006 – 04:20am Written by Angela Edgar
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