“turning pages”

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.  




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:

    Cat must be enjoying the book too much.


  2. poetrybydebi says:

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


  3. Misky says:

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


  4. Jules says:

    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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