Saturday, May 22, 2010

Poem found in notebook, untitled

Unlashed from the mast,
cocky with Grin-
Only to tottle starboard,

Hope relegated to knuckles,
white flashes shock closed eyes.
The Moment awaits,
grinning in return.

[Quickly scribbled at one point in the day when I was around a specific person. About us all (oh growing up) as well as our(my) uncanny ability to both be interested in someone and hope for a certain extent of failure to go their way. I didn't want to title this one. Surprised at my own staccato form, I must have been super involved.]

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