Amalgamating pages
of soon to be published poems,
I grow tired —
But I am unable to sleep,
so I count the raindrops
hitting the window.
A contest entry
- Insomnia by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended September 2, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice job. You said a lot with so few words. Thanks for entering.
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you're lucky..my poems are puddles
waiting to be raindrops..lol.

I loved this, for the endless frustration can sound
like rain. You are a talented man.


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excellent...and this seems to happen so often
gave me a big smile and I needed that today
peace Muddy



