Replying to a comment on:

Figment (Free verse) by Dovina

In my hand, a letter The paper, smooth I fold it, unfold This letter exists Yet my hand is empty

Dovina 17-Oct-05/4:57 PM
Dovina's magic -

CROWD: You're not levitating. You're just standing there.
DOVINA: It's all in having faith like a mustard seed. Everyone levitates. The trick is in doing an unordinary thing. Blaaaat.




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001