Last Monday Poetry - Writing - Lost and Found

Writing - Lost and Found
by Katy Bennett

The ink in the barrel had dried,
words had lost their meaning,
their power. Just strings
of voiceless letters on a page.

(d
    e
      e
         p
            down something still breathed)

Unread paperbacks gathered dust
on the shelves. Pages stale as time
slid on. The wallpaper was more entertaining.

(D
    e
      e
        p
           down something sighed and wanted to surface.)

Weeks passed and he found a book in his hands
he thumbed the spine, slid his fingers between
the unopened pages. He read the back copy;
some tale that had once interested him.

(D
    e
      e
        p
          down something opened its eyes)

He read the first page followed by the second
meaning seeped back into the open book
and a fresh pen replaced the redundant one.

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