Tinker Posted June 10, 2023 Share Posted June 10, 2023 Turning Pages The clock ticks past one AM, eyelids droop closed, my iPad slips off the pillow. I remove my glasses, slip further under the covers and put aside the drama of a war long passed. But, will her flyboy return? Will both girls escape from the bomb-collapsed basement? Maybe just one more chapter. ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted June 11, 2023 Share Posted June 11, 2023 Nicely compact Judi. How we get hooked into the life of 'fiction'! The nag of the narrative keeping us awake...what happens next...such an effective device😂 Bw Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry A Posted June 14, 2023 Share Posted June 14, 2023 Hi Judi, missed this one somehow. You don't need the line 'on which it was propped'- too much detail. In this poem, you most certainly capture the allure of well-written fiction. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted December 30, 2023 Author Share Posted December 30, 2023 Thanks for reading, Badge and Terry, and I think you are right Terry. The removal of the line even smooths the rhythm. Thanks, ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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