grated cheese
the day was some globe
of cheese
hopeful - it rose -
but hit silver that
grated it
screaming
in to a thousand splinters.
i cup the shreds,
hoping that warmth
could melt them
back to some
whole.
posted by SuperDha at 8:24 am
Thursday, August 28, 2008
the day was some globe
of cheese
hopeful - it rose -
but hit silver that
grated it
screaming
in to a thousand splinters.
i cup the shreds,
hoping that warmth
could melt them
back to some
whole.
1 Comments:
i have a feeling that these nights are just not good for ur psyche, maaaaaaite!
all these poetry things.... so much cheese to grate!
- great poem.
i like the grating metaphor... but dont know about calling ur day a cheese - it has different conotations for me, i guess. Its kinda soft, squishy, without shape, etc.
But anyhow.
good on ya.
yeah!
I am doing all these long days now... that i can spam-blog ya again!!!
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