Good Old Paper and Pen

Woe be me

Woe be gone

(c)pix2012FrancesOhanenye

That appointment not kept

Failing to commit to her bidding

The head honcho’s heralding

I committed it to phone’s memory

Saving mine for love’s recordings

Waiting to hear beeping summon

Company policy killed the sound

All phones lost monologic voices

Should have committed it

That appointment not kept

To good old paper and pen

Needing no sound, just presence

Woe be me

Woe be gone

That appointment not kept

Cost me my job
No tears wept

Something better
This way comes

©2012FrancesOhanenye

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.