Composition: A Poem

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 to the fingers/ To move on the keyboard/ But the many-lobed organ holds no words

The heart may relish the verse that appears/ But it can be cold, too/ And doesn’t connect to the ten fingers

It must be therefore that the hands’ digits/ Themselves create the poem/ One haphazard letter, then 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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