6 six word memiors
By randomyriad
Searching for beginnings, I write days.
From suburban boxes, I moved moments.
I was incrementally replaced by another.
Singing loud we filled the night.
Through summer days, we tumbled blindly.
alone, together, alone together, together alone.
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February 20, 2008 at 7:47 am |
I love this one. A whole lot.
February 20, 2008 at 1:03 pm |
Great stuff! I love the different sensations of movement throughout the piece…fantastic!
February 21, 2008 at 6:07 am |
Thanks. The words seem to be working me these days, instead of the other way round.
February 21, 2008 at 9:10 am |
This really does tumble in a roly poly on fresh grass way… beautiful.
February 22, 2008 at 6:16 am |
Thanks for the comment nicely put.