on this day is a morning of similar build to a stretch and a coffee - my grogginess killed. in the clock is an hour hand, outstretched to no one, pushing obstacles at me - wainscoting the sun. i could write of a hero, a "save-the-day" sort, fighting hand-to-hand combat; i'd level the court. with a name like "Time Stopper," "Time Keeper" perhaps, she would introduce friction to Time's brutal laps. wash those lines above! i shall name her "Love."
interruptingcow
[ Smiles ] Impressive poetry!
Thank-you. I wish prose came as easily. I was just considering some poetry submissions like the one from Silver Birch Press you posted. Hmmm … what’s this about guest blogging. Might have to check that out Mr. Moreau. 🙂
[ Smiles ] It would be an honour to have you as part of the guest blogging project!
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