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.
down something still breathed)
Unread paperbacks gathered dust
on the shelves. Pages stale as time
slid on. The wallpaper was more entertaining.
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.
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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