THE GIRL & THE TOWER
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:11pm
I am the eleven-year-old school girl
trudging up Mountainview Avenue
deliberately crossing through woods
in front of My House
rather than take the paved drive way
–
I am a Tower of Poetic License
I write My Life as It comes to Me
in grades of Sterling Silver
in shades of reconciliation
between black & white
I am Alive
& I know it
even in My Seep
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
Did you mean to write “Seep” (which I love BTW) or “Sleep” and missed the typo? (See. I do read your posts, not just click “Like” 🙂 )
Some typos are worth keeping. If you think I should keep this one, I would be flattered that you love it. Or what about “Sweep?” I’d really appreciate your feedback.
And then keeping the typo would be an example of Poetic License, right?
Wordplay rather than poetic licence as such, I think.
“Sweep” is certainly another option, but the implication there would be that in your life (and sleep) you move in a “sweeping” way, kind of slow, stately and slightly imperial. I much prefer the notion of you and reality seeping into one another in a silently intimate mutual absorption, which conjures up – for me – a beautiful and ethereal image and atmosphere which is nice way to conclude the piece.
“Seep” it is! Your description for why it should be so is beautiful.
Thank you kindly. 🙂