Sunday, January 23, 2011

Early Morning Writing: January 23, 2011

weighty clock tick
graphic brick fingers tapping the keyboard
dense hope "something meaningful
floats to the words on the page"
sludge slowly sweeps
through the room

2 comments:

  1. Ah the days of sludge...know them well

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  2. I know this one well, lol. Once wrote a poem about my body oozing off the mattress like dark black sludge, only to pool on the floor because it had found its lowest level. Great stone,

    Elizabeth

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