Comatose
My mind wanders aimlessly,My head bobbles as a fan whirs...somewhere?
Dreams come in unison, sporadically.
I startle, as a bird flutters by the window,
Six rings of a phone...silence again, only louder.
Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney
Comatose
My mind wanders aimlessly,pocketofdreams6 commented on Comatose
06-25-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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