Paper Chase

Scribbles once captured a memory,
Sketches of thoughts in epiphany
In pencil, pen, scratched in notebooks three
By five, or loose-leaf paper all strewn
In disarray, dear as tooth and bone.
A portal of time travel unknown,
Surreal, peaking in a door ajar,
The world, once dark, not even a star,
A dream envisioned now seems bizarre.
Thoughts and feelings standing like phantoms,
Investments, many a scrawl becomes
Words or to a techno world succumbs.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.


About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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One Response to Paper Chase

  1. Hi Shainbird!
    This poem is special as it does relate to how we are always doing a paper chase whether digital or actually on paper. In our email, this is always fun if never check email a lot. Thanks & have a great day!

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