25.8.07

sunday scribblings

There's a time every night when I
Get that sinking feeling, it's a
Place in my mind where the
Shadows come to meet. There's a
Flaw in my self which I
Know I can't erase, where I
Plan things too much:
They can never be the same.
I am thinking of one name.

"that sinking feeling"


What happened to Idle Dreaming? Emily has been off-line and I have been busy living. The Clothing as Art project will definately get back into gear soon, I promise. It's something I'm really looking forward too, and I'm waiting till Emily is feeling better. Meanwhile I shall be writing occasionally on here.

5 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

"There's a
Flaw in my self which I
Know I can't erase, where I
Plan things too much.."

That familiar feeling....

JHS. said...

Very compelling. I'm intrigued by the end: "I'm thinking of one name."

Fledgling Poet said...

"where the shadows come to meet"...I can relate to that very well!

Karina said...

This had such a great flow to it.

tumblewords said...

where shadows come to meet - a lovely, thought provoking phrase...

Nice poetry!