Will you read one that isn't fiction?

UNBOXING THE POEM: A NON-POEM

by Elaine

I’ve read the classics, all of them

over a lifetime of reading poetry

and then I came upon the photons

weaving webs of words

smooth and flowing

tangled, jumbled

on a screen too bright

blinding tired eyes

before the Sun

showed his rays

above the horizon.

Some of the virtual poets

opened doors

others built walls

cages, boxes

and sometimes I heard

new words speaking

of universal themes.

And I had the arrogance

to proclaim myself

Poet, although

I knew at my core

that I would never

reach the summit

or soar above

the stratosphere.

And now, I sit

in an autumn kitchen

thinking of new times

and new places

and wondering

where I have been

and where I am

and where the

horizon ends.