Waking Late

Slept until 11am this morning

September 10, 2004 10:02 AM from

Greyness
And warmth
Greet my
Senses.

The clock strikes a time blurred
By watery vision.
Sounds like the afternoon.

Downstairs conversations
Fly through dead walls and wake
My horizontal mass.

My head
Lies flat
My dreams:
Clouded.

blogging

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Reply #1 September 10, 2004 10:12 AM from

JoeUser Forums Top

Loving these little ditties! Keep them coming. They are such entertaining gems. It;s good you're trying to do something unique.

Reply #2 September 10, 2004 10:15 AM from

JoeUser Forums Top

Thanks Hilda! These are just quick five minute poems. Perhaps I'll start editing and re-writing before I post and give you some real gems! Thanks again.

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Reply #3 October 10, 2005 4:37 PM from

JoeUser Forums Top

The tone of this poem is just right. ITs a great idea to blog through poetry

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