Let’s say I was painting a page with words

They must come from somewhere

I see them flash to the screen by magic


For the brain may signal the fingers

To move over the keyboard

But the brain holds no words


The heart may care what shows up in the verse

But it may be cold, too,

And doesn’t connect to those flying digits


It must be therefore that the ten of them

Themselves create the poem

One haphazard letter and another


About brucejberger

Bruce J. Berger has published his short fiction in a variety of print and on-line literary journals, including Prole, Jersey Devil Press Anthology, The Awakenings Review, Raphael's Village, Eastown Fiction, Black Magnolias Literary Journal, and others. He also publishes shorts stories for Amazon's Kindle. He is pursuing his MFA in Creative Writing at American University beginning in August 2015.
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