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




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



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

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