Words that hope to form into poems: Days of Old

Friday, January 9, 2009

The chimes of the old clock
The sizzle of eggs
The sun-bathed covers as the morning rises

The whispers
shh, she's still sleeping

ladyk19 said...: not at all finished...; January 9, 2009 at 10:49 AM
E.G. Campbell said...: I really like the beginnings of this poem!; January 9, 2009 at 11:48 PM
ladyk19 said...: thanks.... the beginning's always easy for me, it's finishing a poem that's extremely hard.; January 16, 2009 at 9:53 AM