Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Without a Notebook By Michael Minassian


I did not write anything 

down today.


I count my breaths

and sit with eyes


half closed, visualizing

a set of words


scrawled across the page,

but lacking pen or pencil


and wanting paper

as thin as air,


I imagine 

what life would be like


if ink flowed in my veins

and I pricked my finger


every time a new thought

pushed its way out.





MICHAEL MINASSIAN lives with his wife in Southern New England. He is a Contributing Editor for Verse-Virtual, an online poetry journal. His poetry collections Time is Not a River, Morning Calm, and A Matter of Timing as well as a chapbook, Jack Pays a Visit, are all available on Amazon. For more information: https://michaelminassian.com


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