1971
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
"He Placed his Stylus to the Clay and"
"A scribe wrote the words of old Mastering his flowing script Beginning history." I wrote some words on a note once. Meaningless, unimportant words Words conveying nothing Words with no relevance These words I scribbled aimlessly While sitting in agony at my desk I wrote them unawares of time Or space I lived in these words once. Words handwritten in a jagged script Begging words; Pleading words Words of truth and hope But meaningless words nonetheless The note found it's way To the hands of it's intended And the words on that note sounded trite They transformed to mere gibberish Nothing words. I can still hear her laughing as she reads them.
copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri
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