Monday, August 24, 2009

Monday, August 24, 2009: Notcot #24352

Illuminated Manuscript

Teachers, editors, designers disrupt the sacredness
Of the typed page. Their comments grow amongst
The printed lines, crimson grapes on evenly-spaced
Vines. Arrows traverse margins like laser beams,
Lassoing disorganized words. Teachers, editors,
Designers—you must thrash about in our documents
Like a dog caught in tangled reeds, I know. I do not
Fear your decoration. Step into my words. I invite you
In, an unexpected guest. Pardon the kitchen, the mess.

1 comment

  1. Absolutely beautiful. I think this might be my favorite of your poems since I started following you in April. The ending is breathtaking.


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