NO BAD LANGUAGE.A Poem by Terry CollettAnny Horowitz and the use of bad language.You oughtn’t to use bad language, Anny Says, appearing out of nowhere, a small Bow tied in her long blonde hair, Momie said It wasn’t good. You say, I never use bad Language when I write poems about you. She comes closer to the PC and stares At the screen. Is this poem about me? Most of it, you say, gazing at her small Ghostly hand on the arm of the swivel Chair. Her finger moves along the PC Screen, tracking the line of words. I used to Write with a pen, Anny says, in my neat Handwriting, Momie’d say. She wipes dust from The monitor’s top, then wipes her hand on Her black phantom dress. She has beautiful Blue eyes, but you don’t tell her, you just gaze As she touches your mouse pad and then the White mouse and then picks up the Biro as Children do and scribbles away. The air Smells of flowers; then she’s gone. The neatly Penned words in French say, Anny Horowitz, Murdered in Auschwitz, 1942. The room is empty of her presence now, Just your PC, your sleeping son and you. © 2011 Terry CollettAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 7, 2011 Last Updated on January 7, 2011 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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