thirty six
writing the story
i realise
it's complete
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
intermission
and then the morning opens its palms
to let the light in, and with it
warmth. the layers worn so long
they are the colour of your skin
peel back and reveal flesh so untouched
you wonder if you ever really sinned
and you are thrown back by it
the simple domestic architecture
the small plants struggling with life
the mundane heroics over looked
in the busyness of your mind.
and you wonder how long you have
been away, your heart cries out
in a different accent and the furniture
looks at you quizzicly, much
like an old friend.
and you wake from your slumber,
completley, the first time
in so very long
to let the light in, and with it
warmth. the layers worn so long
they are the colour of your skin
peel back and reveal flesh so untouched
you wonder if you ever really sinned
and you are thrown back by it
the simple domestic architecture
the small plants struggling with life
the mundane heroics over looked
in the busyness of your mind.
and you wonder how long you have
been away, your heart cries out
in a different accent and the furniture
looks at you quizzicly, much
like an old friend.
and you wake from your slumber,
completley, the first time
in so very long
Friday, June 17, 2011
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
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Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
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