A flash poem (not edited) written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry. This is his blog, Unemployed Imagination: http://www.jdmader.com/
I am here where the lesson begins, waitingFor a subtle cue, a clue to be said.
Here upon the morrow there will be time
For us to understand each and every
Event; what didn't and what did happen;
To pretend to know the cruelty of
Forgetting. Seconds are but seconds,
And they pass; fleeting flaccid papers
Blown into the air, twisted into the ether
Until caught by birds and turned into song,
To be revisited upon the human ear.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 18, 2018