Friday, October 24, 2008

The Comment

I wait, I listen breathlessly.
I can almost hear the sound
Of someone reading.
Is it real or imagined,
The tentative tap, tap, tapping
Of somebody typing.
I pounce on the mouse
And it clicks in protest
But a page opens up.
I read and I smile.
Or I flush with rage.
Either way its addictive,
The rush that I get
From a comment.

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Call me Paul said...

A poet, no less. I couldn't resist the urge to make you flush...

Tabby said...

Good poem....Enjoy your weekend