Sep 2011
Sometimes...
in the cold squeaky morning
while the heart's still naked from the night,
despair looks out from the mirror
and speaks of things
we fear or know
yet dare not admit.
And when she sings her siren song
with no mast to bind us
the void ever present
is just a misstep
away.
05 March 2010
in the cold squeaky morning
while the heart's still naked from the night,
despair looks out from the mirror
and speaks of things
we fear or know
yet dare not admit.
And when she sings her siren song
with no mast to bind us
the void ever present
is just a misstep
away.
05 March 2010
There is a squeaky floorboard right by my bed near where I lay my head. One night recently I was suffering a bout of insomnia...I had fallen asleep but then woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. I was laying there in the cold when I heard the cat walk by and the floorboard squeaked...the line...in the cold squeaky morning came to mind and the rest cascaded from there.- From Poetry Jam (on Toast)
