Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Stop!

enough,
life
flowing hot,like tea
add milk to blur all meaning
cruel sugar to deceive
withheld by a cup, quintessential void
senseless as this poem.
Ah,
chaos, clouds floating by your window
scraping off the sunshine.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

reminds me of 'spoonful of sugar and the medicine goes down',and been thinking about writing about it :)

i simply love the way you;v played around with the words..you know i have a thing for words...

Livehack said...

a thing for words? u know the old song, "words, don't come easy to me?" I always liked it.