poem, poetry, reader, writing, humanity, expansion

EMILY SYNDROME

stuck some poems
in a folder
ready for revision
(Oh,
happy day!)

left them not
so long but
long
longer than
intended

albeit without Sun
or air or
indeed watering
at all

so imagine my delight shock
and horror that
day of
days, moment
of reopening

when found the little bastards
to have thrived
and multiplied, some

even grown in size
to embrace the gamut
from
split little
atom through to
Pandora of expanding universe

poem growing up
prophetic,
apocalyptic

whispering, screeching
to the Universe

their
primal truth as mirror
and
testimony (dear
reader)

to all
expanding size