Post by AquarianM on Sep 14, 2003 at 11:20pm
Ink Blots...
For some reason tonight,
I've tried to pry a secret from under the coner bricks,
Of the universe,
Something I've once in a poem been successful at,
Or so I think some nights,
But tonight the well has run dry,
The quill captured by a soulless empty breeze,
So all I could come up with,
Were a few ink blots and a scrawled "Hello friends."
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/15/2003
Author's Comments:
It's just gotten too late and all I'm doing is
yawning. Thinking of you all.
I've tried to pry a secret from under the coner bricks,
Of the universe,
Something I've once in a poem been successful at,
Or so I think some nights,
But tonight the well has run dry,
The quill captured by a soulless empty breeze,
So all I could come up with,
Were a few ink blots and a scrawled "Hello friends."
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/15/2003
Author's Comments:
It's just gotten too late and all I'm doing is
yawning. Thinking of you all.