THE NOVEL
A flash
In the dark
The greatest
Novel
Is torn...
All the lines
That formed
The story's
Plot and sub
Plots
Shredded
In a growl
Of anger!
Hands holding
The pieces
Tear
Them further
Gathering
Them together...
The novelist
Watches...
Wondering if
Another such
A tale
Can be written...
It has taken
Months
To put down
Only to be
Torn up in
Moments!
Another flash
A louder growl...
The candles
In sky
Have been
Snuffed out
The table
Turned up
On its legs!
The hands
Holding the
Novel fragments
Come
Opened palmes
Close
Letting the bits
In a shower
Of translucent
Paper fall
In tatters...
Much like
Rain falling,.
Gathering
Onto the writer's
Lap
To be rearranged...
A rewrite
Only to be
Destroyed again
Yet again!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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