the hum of the wood in these trees
is nothing compared to the ticking of the clocks
which is nothing compared to the doors i have to open
or close depending on the way the wind blows
the day to day of trying to maintain a brain
like the one i got when i was in utero and knew no better
than to accept it as a fact and not a tale i could tell
whichever way i liked when i got older and wiser
to hell with the real world
and hello again to the only world that has ever loved me back
Author notes
in utero: in uterus ... i checked it but it still comes up in spell check as wrong... errr to stupid spell check!!!
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A contest entry
- PIF/Picture Inspired by AliceinPoetryLand.
1000 points, ended September 2, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Love it!
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Very wonderfully done. I really love the picture you created.... I really was vivid, and wonderfully done.
Best of luck in your contest
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A very deep take on this picture indeed. This really is most creative!
Thanks you so much for your entry
gaylene
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