Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Tuesday, March 7, 2006

Dark Rope

I grasp at threads black, slippery beads. I try to lift myself up the dark rope toward color, light, anything bright. My grip slips, I hear rips. Sudden breaks, scattering black balls made of sound, bouncing on ceramic floor. Confusion spreads everything rolls toward and against each other, thoughts... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by Ariala at 6:44 PM | add or view comments (2) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry
About this Blog

Back by popular demand...

Recent Entries
Blogs

Copy (or write down) this entry's web address (URL), which is:

Next, go to the email or web page where you want to link to this entry, and paste (or type) the web address.

Headlines (What is this?)

Referrals - About Us - Press - Terms of Use - Privacy Policy - Conduct Policy - Try Gozoof!
Copyright © 2008 Shaycom Corporation. All rights reserved.