"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, October 28, 2010


I broke
a wall today,
wrote a poem
that's been hanging
on tongue-tip
for a week now.

And finally
I see scrawls
on previously
blank paper.

- - -

This past little while has been a long stretch. I've spent the last week and a half in what I like to call 'Don't write, just sleep' syndrome. I'm so tired lately, I rarely get a day just to do nothing. Which is fine, I suppose. When I'm doing nothing I feel pointless and very teenage. I just miss the days that I could sleep in till like four in the afternoon.


  1. Glad to see you write eventually.

  2. oh I think this is quite clever.

    Welcome to Poets United.

  3. Now the question remains... did it take a sledgehammer or your bare hands to tear the wall down?

    Thanks for sharing - I hope no walls crop up in your way for a while. I really like your poetry. ^_^

  4. I've been here JB. The impending responsibilities of "adulthood" often leave us with little energy for creating. I wonder if we can get some sort of rejuvenation from somewhere? It's hard to find.


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