A snapchat story and filter add-on,
to make time pass on this line that keeps going on,
Size up the competition, to see who can run
because when that door opens, friend, there are none,
got to get that deal before it is gone!
AN: My best friend Sandra read the last line of yesterday’s poem as the writer trtung to remain like the photo – I hadn’t meant it that way but when I reread it, I realized it worked. This lead me to thinking about something said to me by Toronto Pubic Library Poet Laureate, Brett Daniels, when he was critiquing my work. He said to remember that poetry is a conversation between the poet and the audience and meaning is fluid.
So in honour of both – I hope you enjoyed today’s poem.
“Your stars tell me he will meet you on a train,”
Overjoyed, I ran out before I could ascertain,
which track would lead to my destined mate.
Now I suffer the cruelest of fates.
Because I love but we met on the plane.