Poet Steve Lappen has sent us a poem – so please concentrate…if you can.
CONCENTRATION BLUES
I look admiringly upon the book’s front cover,
Its design as inviting as a tour through the Louvre.
As I turn to the first page of text,
There is the slightest bit of hesitation,
Even resistance offered by the book.
The words on the page begin a dizzying dance.
With fear and trembling I slow the dance
To a rhythmic crawl.
Still and all my eyes cannot keep pace.
Rhythm gives way to a chaotic burn.
My eyes surrender to letters
Bound together in a meaningless string.
At last, I close the book.
I look admiringly upon the book’s front cover,
Its design as inviting as a tour through the Louvre.
I sigh a sigh of needed relief.
I sigh a sigh of mounting disgust.
Concentration’s caress will not be mine.
— Steve Lappen
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