Thursday, November 11, 2010

Laying sleepless.


3 a.m. passes like the snow
plow, pushing off dreams
into the ditch, leaving me

in silence,

walking this road of noisy thoughts.

4 comments:

  1. Thanks, Dave! I'm never sure whether my writing makes sense to anyone but me. Thanks for the assuring words, dear friend.

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  2. that's the shortest poem I've ever liked besides the silly ones by Ogden Nash. (If you haven't seen, look up "the termite" -- it had my 7th grade self in stitches. Totally unrelated to your poem in every way except brevity.)

    Much love. And enjoyment of fine writing. :)

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  3. Hope tonight the snowplows are kept at bay and the only thoughts are of sleepy things and a mind quieted by peace and contentment on a healing mountainside.

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