The sharp clack of a heel against linoleum,
beating out uneven, unfettered
rhythms, messages,
memories, echoes. But now
I wear my silent shoes,
so you won't hear me
coming or going.
You never heard anyway.
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On My Screen
In My DVD Player
- Northfork
- Empire Records
- A Mighty Heart
- Girl, Interrupted
On My Heart
In My Ears
- The Beatles - The White Album
- The Clash - The Singles
- A Fine Frenzy - One Cell in the Sea
- The Polyphonic Spree - The Fragile Army
- Radiohead - In Rainbows
2 comments:
Well that's rather morose! Ya know, there just isn't enough original poetry on my blog!! I'll have to do something about that. :) Glad to see you have a blogspot! Talk to you soon.
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Beth
I wrote it while I was doing classroom observations at one of the local high schools. When you're just sitting and observing, it's like being in high school all over again, and THAT is morose...
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