Scattered Words

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Weekend Mini-Challenge:
Art FLASH!/55  (posted by Kerry)

“He felt a strange sense of relief as he watched the documents fly off into the street..”

“For this weekend’s art collaboration, I am introducing David Bülow, Danish architect and imaginer in ink. David has kindly given permission for us to use his amazing piece,
The Turning Point, for our poetic inspiration.”

paper flying

The Turning Point David Bülow

The dog did not eat my work,
Sam thought, a window glitch
blew it all away. Say, maybe
I could walk out that
front door, never to return
to scores of work that
will surely be replaced
by a do-gooder Company man
who will race outside,
gather up every single
page, and become a clerk.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to Scattered Words

  1. Kerry says:

    These days we lose our work because of a Windows glitch…



  2. Ah, I feel the existential dread here. The work that we do seems to be something someone else can do and our absence may not even make an iota of a difference. I enjoyed this reverie and thought. 🙂


  3. I think there are times I wish to disappear without a paper trail.


  4. Window glitches… they are a pain. Yes, there are times one hopes to not leave a paper trail.


  5. isadoragruye says:

    I did enjoy the word play of Window glitch. Thanks for posting.


  6. sanaarizvi says:

    Oh gosh yes it’s the absolute pits when we lose work because of a Windows glitch. Enjoyed this one, Sara! ❤️


  7. I really enjoyed this, and your words made me all the more grateful I am where I am today.


  8. The first line made me giggle. And the play on words that followed just added to my mirth. 😀


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