If Abacus was employed
for population,
counting one-by-one,
faces clouded, nameless
shuffling into obscurity,
counters the only markers,
for all become parallel rods,
strung with movable parts,
quickly tossed aside,
hopefully remembered in
the ultimate tabulation
on the other side.
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Reviews of "Abacus"
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2003
..beautifully written..ty Gail!
vesna :)
Reviewed by Kurt Kitasaki (Reader)
Reviewed on December 4, 2003
Well written poetry. The writing was very smooth and concise.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on December 4, 2003
Ooooo a very good piece Gail, and a most interesting read!
~Nikki~
my daddy uses an abacus sometimes, and i still can't make head nor tails of that confounded thing! LOL good write, gail; enjoyed! (((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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vesna :)
~Nikki~