I want to share this with you.
I want to be head-down, folded in a pew.
I've slipped back into writing verse
why not.. concrete and florescents seemed my curse
until shadows darkened
and gravity strengthened.
then rhyming couplets flooded my mind
reminding me of softer voices delicate and kind.
I should be drinking whiskey and beer
to welcome my guests: solitude and fear.
by what coincidence did they arrive together?
flying in here like birds of a feather.
I've never prayed or been religious
only this hour feels heavy and time egregious.
I'll excuse myself to sleep, wearily hide.
dream that I'll wake to the lapping of a gentler tide.
Comments (3)
nice poem, never knew you liked to write poetry!
Posted by lisa | December 4, 2003 6:38 AM
Posted on December 4, 2003 06:38
I didn't know either...
Posted by teddy | December 4, 2003 5:10 PM
Posted on December 4, 2003 17:10
Wow, I am impressed! =)
Helen
Posted by Helen | December 4, 2003 7:40 PM
Posted on December 4, 2003 19:40