Had a great weekend, celebrated the annual migration of the ficus (and the jade plant), the rest of the plants will wait until I'm sure we won't have any frosts (it's supposed to get down to 38 tonight). I had this idea for a longer poem, but so far all I've written with it is a haiku. I still plan to work it into something longer, and will post it here when I do.
O Dark Thirty
Late night thoughts fade fast
Phantoms in the morning light
Lost to morning’s rush.
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6 comments:
Fading thoughts. Cool. It works..
numbing nirvana
'Phantoms in the morning light
Lost to morning’s rush.'
I think that's why my writer friend Kelly keeps a notebook beside her bed...
As for me, I couldn't get rid of the phantoms if you paid me.
So true, Ann! How many times do I spend sleepless hours/minutes/whatever coming up with great new scenes, only to be able to remember not much more than their essence come morning?
Pretty much how I felt this morning I SWEAR! :D
Thanks, everybody, I'm glad you liked it. The funny thing about the haiku is the night before last I woke up o dark thirty and had most of a poem composed in my head, and it was gone when I woke up. Sigh.
oh, that is so how it is. fading phantoms that flee the light.
Thanx for visiting.
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