“turning pages”

Posted on February 9, 2022 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  The Twiglets #265 - turning pages


pages turning rapidly
in the Autumn breeze.


After the first fifty pages
the book took a turn for the worse.


where is her bookmark?
chapter seems too familiar
cat slinks away


          At the airport a woman was paged
        She felt nervous and tried to gauge
            who would page her here
          must be bad news she feared
   Her son Frank played a prank, and laughed at her outrage.  

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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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11 Responses to “turning pages”

  1. Sadje says:
    February 9, 2022 at 3:33 am

    Cat must be enjoying the book too much.

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  2. poetrybydebi says:
    February 9, 2022 at 3:03 pm

    Ha, I think I read those fifty pages, too. What a waste of time.

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  3. Misky says:
    February 9, 2022 at 3:58 pm

    Love the limerick. Gosh, I’d be miffed also!

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  4. Jules says:
    February 12, 2022 at 8:17 pm

    Oh the pages we write 😉
    Being paged… Thought I heard my name at a museum (many years ago) of all places. But it wasn’t for me…

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