an old poem of mine i came across on my flickr account
I haven’t posted a snippet of my word painting in quite a long while… but as it is done except for adding some paint here and covering some blank spots there… here is a happy prose poem…. well happy after some cheap Scotch…
He walked up the stairs and at the top turned right into the bedroom. He sat in the old desk chair in front of the low dresser. He opened the laptop and started to type these words. He glanced up for a moment and saw his own eyes, just over the top of the laptop screen, in the mirror. He looked quizzically at himself, raised his eyebrows slightly, then went back to work.
Reaching Stretching Straining
i can taste the sky