It is best for me to write early in the morning on weekends, I don’t spend much time at the keyboard. Today Samuel is begging for attention which I will gladly give his way as soon as I post this!
They touch base, sometimes
Want to be heard, sometimes
I swat them away, mosquitos or flies or
children’s repetitive nagging requests
buzzing about my ear
“leave me be” my mouth mutters
most of the time, though…
They stay buried in the box
within my chest, barely audible
only rolling and bumping about
when the storms get rough
stowaway memories
lost within the blue lines
words, images, textures
and colors – -
I notice the footprints scattered
about in the dust or its nibbles on
or bread crumbs, unremembered
left behind, unswept
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during May 2010
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