Thursday, January 12, 2012

First Ever Poetry Thursday

















in sleep of train

Warmth –
My face is warm,
I feel. 
Rail’s music play,
Sweet, quiet
Moving, rocking.
I am deep, from
rest.
Will rouse,
Before my stop,
Shade, cold
hard
Shall stir me.
But sunlight,
Now,
Is warm.
I rest. (breath-giving – and
Still <-unmoving]
At velocity)>>>


I needed to spend some time on the swings. So I wrote a poem. (About a train, interestingly enough... see the post a few posts back) And then I was like - the time has come for Poetry Thursday to be declared. Note: I might forget or otherwise in the future and change it to Poetry Wednesday. :)Or Tuesday. Ya just never know with me.

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