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Paper Poetry

Stalking A Stalker

Poetry challenge submission: Paper Poetry

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Eyes track me as I move
Room to room
No binoculars needed
I am being tracked
By a predator, instincts
Hardcoded into DNA
Centuries old
I hold her Precious in my hand
A wand toy of infinite
Bloodlust and desire
And as I creep by
My cat lunges at me
She’s a pro at this
Me? I need practice
Stalking a stalker is no mean feat.



We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.

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Paroma Sen

“Do not go gentle into that good night, but rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light.”