Sticky sticky stale breath
in my cottony mouth
from forming that word
and stumbling these lines
until my fingers are blind
and still i am not empty
nor will i ever
be in a fever
with buzzing ears
shriveled toes
and hunched back
with a deep deep worry
and a respect.
I hope i wake up tommorow
I hope i wake up all week
And i swear i remember
every
single
day
and was glad for it
I know every tiny brown crystal
under pink veins
I'll hear every tone of voice
and smell dinners remains
for weeks
everytime i walk in it greets me
Please let me wake up tommorow
I beg please for one more day
to hear and smell your breath on waking
in my face.
Author notes
Written January 8th, 2006
A contest entry
- Contest for poets with no medals. prewrites not allowed. wish you to have your 1st medal in 2006. pl by Manoj Sanyal.
300 points, ended January 9, 2006, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Overall ... a good poem.
Thanks for your participation.
manoj
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