A Pondering
Blip on a screenSeen then gone
Flip the reel
And then there was none
Faded image
Of pixels dispatched
Existence questioned
Did anyone see it?
A Pondering
Blip on a screenA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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