Thursday, April 5, 2012

Poem It Out 2

  Morning Pages

Birds chirp good morning songs
nestled in newly born chartreuse leaves
I turn back inside 
noting the rhythmic hum of the refrigerator
Does it ever rest?
bare blank page waiting
faintly noticing the after taste of morning coffee
I pinch the rubber grip
silver tip gliding across the paper
splaying ink in its wake
Alone with my words.

1 comment:

  1. trekking your blog!!! a coffee to start a wonderful day! :-)



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