Annabelle Jane Poet Free verse

Crosses Cover Me

I'm the archetypal black on white
Metallic ring and the typewriter kicks,
Clicks and lashes out, strikes the page
As each key collapses then waits and replaces
Itself to be hit once again,
And it's done, mark made...
Mistake. Can't erase. 
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Your crosses cover me like
Your kisses.
But each one misses, and the typewriter kicks
Til its black and blue is all over my black ink.

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Skat A January 25, 2016 at 7:31 PM ANNIE, Excellent poem, Awesome flow. Luv ** SKAT **

Kathryn Collins November 23, 2012 at 7:01 AM Hi Annie - miss your poetry.

Jon A Cavanaugh November 22, 2012 at 5:14 AM Fun poem. Typewriter? What's that? Just kidding haven't seen one of those in years. Happy Thanksgiving.

Kathryn Collins November 4, 2012 at 9:17 AM wow Annie - this is so interesting. How you turned the typewriter into an iron fist is incredible. love, Kathy

Richard Palmer October 31, 2012 at 12:03 PM nice write Annie

Elizabeth O'Driscoll October 29, 2012 at 4:35 AM This made me smile, it sounds like you are angry at the keyboard, enjoyed your write, love elizabeth