An Obsessive Combination Of Onotological Inscape, Trickery And Love

Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes,
for my own reasons; taking a word like writes
down tiers of tries until its secret rites
make sense; or until, suddenly, RATS
can amazingly and funnily become STAR
and right to left that small star
is mine, for my own liking, to stare
its five lucky pins inside out, to store
forever kindly, as if it were a star
I touched and a miracle I really wrote.

by Anne Sexton

Comments (7)

Heart in shreds, but head up and sense of humour intact. That's a quality response! And quality rhyming verse and images to boot. You're a tough and realistic lady - but that pain still cuts. Enjoyed this a lot. xxx jim
I too drowned in the deep sorrow!
the fart button...funny...i know you made up the rest of the poem! ! ...loved it...nalini
Haha..the fart button...nice concept...funny ending! yes.. we all run to our computers.....we are almost married to them *wink* Preets
linda...are we just a might miffed here ? Or just a mighty witty Poet? i'll go with choice B, , , Final Answer'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR
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