Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Drifting, Dripping Words



Words drift across a page
In search of inner light.
But the glow of a lamp
standing
ominously
over my shoulder
forces the muse
into
a
corner,
making it shrivel up
in fright.

Words drip down the sides
of these pages,
and are splayed across
the little table.

Words rain over the table's edge,
making their escape
towards the floor;
seeped in carpeted carelessness,
they wait
to be
trampled on.

5 comments:

The Organ Harvester said...

The words have temporarily dried up. But me likes. Although I am too caveman to admit I like poetry.

KimyaShafinaaz said...

aw. a gooey centre leaks from the hardened exoskeleton. have u read kafka's 'the metamorphosis'?

Nooj said...

anthropomorphising that which makes us anthropomorphic. splendid :)

KimyaShafinaaz said...

nooj!

Crimson Shimmer said...

woohooo!
lovely piece lady Shafs/
keep it up~~~