Dark Poetry #4 |
3am rubble |
JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
It’s too early to start the poésie du jour when the mind is still cluttered with yesterday’s crumbs stuck in the keyboard, coffee stained half-done to do lists of chores in the hurricane winds of too busyness. The blank page for free verse turned over for Freecell that mindlessly blinks *game over* when your on a winning streak. HAL defending his programmed directive? It’s the hour of street sweepers, dumpster dumpers and bumps in the night that rumble like earthquakes, tectonic plates of worries and cares rubbing against the raw eyes of sleeplessness. The dark waters of night seethe with the sound of a s-l-o-w-l-y turning door knob, and the hiss of reptilian creatures slithering around your bare feet on the cold lino of paranoia in a mind that won’t settle down into the goose feather belief, the sun will come out tomorrow. [This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (05-12-2008 06:38 PM).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
overstimuation in a mind that won’t settle down into the goose feather belief, the sun will come out tomorrow. I like this very much! M |
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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
Thank you very much for your kind comment, nakdthoughts. Think I'm going to change overstimulation (a rather clunky word) to paranoia. |
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