How should I read poetry?

Fast or slow

From scroll to scrolling, manuscript to manga

How should one reflect on verse or stanza

Time forever an enemy so I read quick …

Anthologies – flick, lick, click

Some like Frost and Hughes put me in a loop

And like an old cassette I need to reset

Rewind, Pause, Rewind

Till my mind digests and heart relates

Between spaces of each paragraph


Like footage after a robbery, she still has photographs of us

I surrendered the receipt to those digitized memories

When she determined my affections were deceit


Indeed, I might concede that there was,

In my heart, conceit

Treachery in every kiss,

For my heart was never in it


At the tip of my tongue, a concoction:

Curiosity – the cloak of my lips – and she tasted

Dose after dose – these fed my prose – till alas!

She discovered my mind to be no wonderland

And this, a chapter she must close.