Monday, January 4, 2010

POEM: yesterday

Wasn't it just yesterday
I sat moody
sprawled on my bedroom floor
draped over my guitar
scratching away on pages
laid before me
like a banquet
feasting upon the youth
of my own song?


Marinela said...

Great poem :)

Chuck Dilmore said...

if you had it once
(and you did... i have seen it!)
then you shall have it again, Kayleigh.

you're still the same person
but tested in totally unfair ways.

but you will emerge
to write songs again
to feast... because she is still alive in you.


The Writing Instinct said...

...and when you do feast again you will value it as only those who have experienced famine can.