Poetry
by V.E. on July 25th, 2009
filed under blogathon, writing
Whoa; a wave of TIRED just hit me like a ton of bricks (yay for tired cliches haha). Do you think I’d be a failure if I went upstairs and dozed for a half hour? The problem, I suppose, is not the dozing but the waking.
I am, foremost before any other self-appointed name, a poet.
For Words
Sometimes the heart has no words
for words
and here I am,
alone.For I seem to have no head
for words
just when I need
them most.
I’m going to cheat a little and post this a bit early and my next one a bit late to see if I can’t grab a cat nap. I shall return!
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