Silently Reading A Poem
Cruising down the page i found
a phrase with a pleasant sound.
A sound? Well, how can i know,
if it is unspoken though?
The sound is only in my mind
where it is easy for me to find.
Like a musical overture,
the sound is always clear and pure.
If the poet has a numbing lisp
the printed verse is clear and crisp.
I can also pause to hear it
like an everlasting spirit.
When printed, poems may not die.
I print lots of copies–that’s why.

Walt Abbott–9-22-08