I’m sure many of us have gone through spelling hiccups as we incessantly FB, tweet, text, la dee dum….

 

Before the typos the words made sense.

There was a rhythm, a  rise and a fall.

 There was an applause,

 

but after the daft

misspelling

misnomer

mistake

damn damn damn.

 

Not a murmur.

Not a ripple of delight.

Not even a possibility of excitement.

 

The heart sinks to remember

the imbecile who started out

one day chewing a pen, rustling a paper

inspired by Whitman and his Leaves

eddying-

 

How many leaves

have left their branch and kin

how many  flew like birds from nests brave,

how many wrinkled and reddened

ashamed by their weakness,

How many have died?

 

 

© neelthemuse, 2012

4 thoughts on “Typos Leave a comment

  1. spelt czech
    an eraser
    for the weakest words

    be fixed
    be write
    be leave

    Grace again

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