Reflex i've

I remember centering a poem on a typewriter
each line coming one after another
stuck in sequence
trapped
 
The words chiselled into the page
caught with mistakes
coffee splashes
and crumbs
 
 
 
Dust settled
flavoring the books
guaranteeing authenticity
and proving truth could be measured, gauged
 
Time was God
unforgiving and distant
declaring our first choice
infallible, eternal, wholly inspired
 
 
 
I think about memory
  of     centering     a poem
      on a typewriter
 
when words were never ever ever repeated
     mirrors didn't reflect mirrors didn't reflect
and no one thought
          about their thoughts
                     about their thoughts
                                about their thoughts
                                          about their

This poem was completed as part of a email poetry leap by that resulted in Backspacing by Wayne Klick and I Remember Centering a Poem on a Typewriter by T.M. Weissenberger.

© 1995 Tim Wood