Another revised poem this post. Thanks to the Secret Poets via Zoom for their thoughts and feedback- a joy as ever.
You can read the first draft here.
my life in letters
for
me bs and ds were interchangeable
one
letter and its reflection I could fit wherever
this
practice marked me a slow learner
word
blind and spelling remained a mystery
my
mothers advice to break
down
difficult words baffled me
for
I never said them
like
they were spelled
the
thesaurus became my life preserver
as
I looked up words of similar meaning
and
hoped what I required was waiting patiently
amid
the ranks and columns with its friends
the
spell check facility of middle age
enabled
spellings to be puzzled out
different
combinations chanced
until
the red underlining went away
secretly
I still suspect those people
who
demand rigid spellings
who
fear the world of bespoke words
tailored to suit that unique moment
The second stanza has changed and there are changes to the second line of the last stanza. Now I think that line reads [and speaks] better.
The second stanza may not quite be there, watch this space.
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