that my electronic library is temporary mine for just so long as I can keep myself breathing and supplied with currency for wires magnetic electrons sailing swirling pulsing in waves from one device to . . . finally my brain
to bombard my 80 year old mind in part
with simple reading just me and some words
a foray an artist’s hunt for new ideas new angles new light new shadows
I still work I still learn
so much unread in my electronic library and, I must now admit diminishing time
can a writer’s words teach me how to plot better poetry combine irreplaceable sounds
draw better lines find better colors
carve deeper depths
design new kinds of fun
can a writer’s words help me
see hear feel
what I have never or have always
seen heard felt before
if so, read on
or try another
or write design create invent