The clock sang
its lullaby
and age,
the unwanted guest
making himself at home,
stretched
out all over
our faces.
Monday, January 3, 2011
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a daily poetry blog (minus weekends) and a nice way to not be a procrastinator...
2 comments:
hopefully everyone had a nice, mildly intoxicated holiday.
Glad to see I wasn't the only one to take the winter break off. Hope you had a good one. Mine was a little more than mildly intoxicated as I don't remember much from New Year's Eve. Someday I'll learn.
Great description of age in this poem. Nobody wants to grow older yet age shows every year in our appearance no matter how hard we try.
Oh yeah, Happy New Year. May the year bring inspiration for brighter and better poems.
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