Crisis of Friction

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #109

Wordle 109

Born in a cluster of stars,

The lonely poet offers

Her handwritten score

To the universe,

Spilling her ink-infused sorrow

On limestone edifices:

A blurry hierogram of verse

And perception,

A cultural crisis of friction

When her soul-drenched work

Is read on a Kindle –

She feels thrown to the clocks.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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