Tag Archive: Remington Rand


V is sticking,
interrupting the
flow, as
words, letter
by loving letter
strike, the
alabaster
page, purity
wiped clean
through deft
tapping of
keys, driven
home, sinking
sultry, buried
into the
stark canvas,
molding, scrupling
a lullaby
of singing
syllables,
seeking, a lover’s
song, a wayward
cry, a
brave new
world.
Creation streaming
from finger tips,
yet,
V
is
sticking.

Possibility

Mechanical Love

Remington ran
through each
key.
A to Z.
Typing-
the world
away. Search-
ing, every
day, for
new sights
to see,
sharing-
lovely?
poetry.