Silent
I mouth the words
now
floating on the ceiling of my room
where my fingers searched a space to seep
what awaits
me
in the morning that punctuation
leaves a mark
always spaces to be filled
a comma, a comma, a comma
my voice refuses
caught in my throat
a sharp little croup
now
drowned out
by a choir
demanding I harmonize
groceries
listed on utitlity bills I’ve yet to pay
5 comments:
Silent
now
the floating
of my
punctuation
spaces to be filled
a comma, a comma, a comma
caught
a sharp little croup
drowned out
by choirs
demanding I harmonise
groceries
listed on utilities
I've yet to pay
...
Pardon my urge, but when is that writing shop gonna happen?
:)
I pardon your urge, in fact I encourage your urge.
Writer's workSHOP
Lorne?
I can always relate to your ditties Cara.
You seem to put an artistic spin on the things that go by unnoticed in the daily grind.
An effeminate Tom Waits?
bluemask:master art reinforcer.
thanks.
ha. good call bluey. tom waits.
i love the line:
a comma, a comma, a comma.
and the last image, of grocery lists written on unpaid bills.
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