a bump
in this cobblestone road
turns determination
to despair
you
run for the hills,
evaporate in turbulence,
no longer allow yourself
to cast a shadow;
while i
stretch and yawn ~
and expect
the usual pace/face
with the morning paper.
a bump
in this cobblestone road
turns determination
to despair
you
run for the hills,
evaporate in turbulence,
no longer allow yourself
to cast a shadow;
while i
stretch and yawn ~
and expect
the usual pace/face
with the morning paper.
Pace/face. Like this
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thank you 🙂
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I miss reading you…
You’re so cunning and very imaginative with your creative writing.
I like this one a lot.
P.S please check out my new blog poem.
Dj Dead Cow -http://charliezero1.wordpress.com/2013/03/26/dj-dead-cow/
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thanks, Charlie 🙂
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Liked the U-Turn. I am probably way off base here but these reads to me as a puppy running up the hills whilst you casually sit watch and read the paper. I guess it’s all in the mind of the beholder isn’t it?
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yes it is… 🙂
thank you for the visit, Jen!
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