NEEDLEWRITER

Peek through the eye of a needle


Poem “Chair”

There’s a chair. A real chair 
it is, at least so it seems.
Is it real enough ? Maybe - it doesn’t know.
Should we ask the chair “Who are you”?
Silence. “Tell!Now!- “Sit down”
It vibrated out the sound.
“Nah, you are too vibratious”
Answered we and left.



Leave a comment