Thursday, July 21, 2005

Thursday afternoon or before a nap

my mind:
blank
empty

my pen:
dry
brittle

my life:
indifferent
insignificant

my poem:
finished

7 comments:

Renee Wagemans said...

This is funny. Like your style.

Renee

Free Spirit said...

your post:
succinct
melancholy

Pincushion said...

my pen:
dry
brittle

I understand this oh so well!
But this too shall pass
everything does!
:)

gulnaz said...

the hurt is palpable in it.

my life:
indifferent
insignificant

pins is right, this too shall pass.

iamnasra said...

The pen undertake a journey of writing
It has to tire somewhere
It has to put a final fullstop on its writing flow

finnegan said...

This almost sounds like an epitaph. I might borrow it for mine.

The hopelessness seems secure, until that last line, which throws it all in to question.

. : A : . said...

Nice one. Brings a smile to the face.

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