Thursday, October 24, 2013

Darkroom

Darkroom

The trees darken, and then,
oh, no more light today.

Heavy dictionary heaved shut.
Voice yelping, kitchen’s closed.

You are so tired that you feel the shadows
gnawing your face.

You are so tired that you dream
of being tired.

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  1. Banjo52October 24, 2013 at 10:07 PM

    Small poem but some real impact. Those last two couplets especially bring it home. Has "gnaw" ever been a word that felt good?

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