By: Gregg Norman

Face off, feet off the floor,
lying on leather reclined,
only the words keeping me
from falling through
into another dimension.
Words underlined
between the lines
by sunlight real and realized,
lamplight fake and faded,
bright to brighter too bright,
as the sun falls dying
and darkness floods the page.
Off to bed with words
tracked in my head,
vying and dying
with other words
I’ll own on another day.

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Gregg Norman lives and writes in a lakeside cottage in Manitoba, Canada, with his wife and a small dog who runs the joint. His poetry has been placed in journals and literary magazines in Canada, USA, UK, Australia and India. He is also the author of four published novels and a novella.