Leaf True

on being part of the big picture. pixel, letter, word, note, whatever.

I'm Pressed by a book

between its pages

112-113

If only..

I were the writer,

I were the reader;

No, a mere cog am I

a typeset

a mechanism employed 

by the writer

for the reader.

~

I want autonomy.

I am no more than I am,

a funny face over which

your eye will momentarily traipse

I'm squeezed to the lonely corners

of the dark reader-writer-less universe

I will be here though,

all seasons,

whenever you need me

you can flick by

and sit by

a fire;that would be nice

only, no throwing.

I am sensitive; 

words,

bold statements,

cruel apostrophe's,

perfect parentheses.

I am your illicit machine,

you my suitor so defined

in every way.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is a very unusual monologue - invites quite a bit of introspection - all that page turning and how much is really taken in and on what level of intellect?
Love the last stanza.

I am your illicit machine,
you my suitor so defined
in every way.