October 30, 2012
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Shane’s Daughter Has Been Visiting Again. :) (July 28, ’11)
And I wanted to share this with you. She’s been writing a story for the last couple of years, adding bits here and there when time allows. It’s based on a Princess in medieval times, and how she hates the entrapment of her position and the falseness of courtly life. Her name is Elana, and this is a poem she wrote for her English lesson…
Enjoy.
Trapped.Trapped.
Among the shoals
of mindless scrolls.
Trapped.
The palpable paper
on which people are printed
is lacking.
False is the world
in which we live.
Where covers matter more
than the content.
Where the title
outstretches the binding.
Individual pages
from the history of life
matter not
in the overall library.
And in the library books are sorted.
The most comely covers
on a pedestal are placed
for prosaic pedestrians to peruse.
Past the title
no-one looks
for no-one cares
so long as the place is filled.
© M.D. Varner, 2011.
