Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The sun slowly approached the sky,peeking over the horizon, shy at first,but quickly learning to blaze brightly. The wind played with my hair,curling and twisting it in the air,
moving just the way my body had been moving
only a few hours prior.
Another night has come and gone,slipped out of grasp the way smooth brown beer bottles slip out of drunken fingers – loud and obvious but still barely noticeable all the same.Bed is calling my name.Let the sun blaze away, shine in the spotlightwhile I rest my weary head;everybody needs a break once in a while.
© Copyright Clueless Cat @ http://twentysomethingandclueless.blogspot.com 2008
Words: approach, bottle, smooth
**Title still tentative
Labels: 3WW, poem
posted by Shopgirl at 3:34 PM
At January 30, 2008 at 9:38 PM
I've never been drunk (actually never tasted beer), but have seen a lot of sunrises, and I really like the concept of a shy sun learn to blaze.
At January 30, 2008 at 10:54 PM
I love the way you used the words...and passed the message too. Staying in bed a little late some mornings is heaven...though I rarely get to do it these days
At January 31, 2008 at 3:02 AM
, The Mama Bear
Drinking definitely came to mind with this week's words for me but as I had another angle going already I incorporated the words into that.
I can remember many a college night from your poem though. Very nice.
The Mama Bear
At January 31, 2008 at 3:07 AM
, Cocaine Princess
No matter who we are, we all need take time out and just have a personal day. Not only do we need a physical break but also a mental break otherwise we'd go crazy. I love your poems.
At February 1, 2008 at 4:52 AM
yes, i think i recall a recent 50th bday party...and i believe i thoroughly enjoyed it...you have spoken beautifully of those fun moments... last line absolutely!!!...
At February 1, 2008 at 9:56 AM
Very good third stanza. Clear picture, clear thought. Can't sign in with current incarnation, but its www.bundleofhiss.com, click on Resident Djinn if you care to visit.
At February 4, 2008 at 12:50 PM
Love, love, love the third stanza. Great! :)
Sorry it took me so long to get around to reading this week: I was contemplating a boycott and I never read before I post my own :)