by Glen Martin Fitch
Perhaps you don't want me
to know you're done.
Your thought's complete.
Perhaps you don't want me to note
an insert,
clause, or
series has begun, or
when a thing's possessed, or
strange,
foresee omissions,
"quotes", or
something that's left out
--as in an after-thought,
some (F.Y.I.) or
something emphasized.
We read without a hint.
I fear we often go awry.
A play is written
for the eye and ear.
When reading one
you search the text for clues.
Once poems were heard and seen,
passed year to year.
Please make me write your poem.
Please be my muse.
Give me the signal
when to pause or
wait and breathe and think.
Please, poet, punctuate.
Last updated August 23, 2011