Friday, April 01, 2011

NPM 2011 - Poem 1 of 30

Awaiting a squall of sound,
tremor of words, these distant
fingers begin typing, aware of
the Times New Roman time-keeper
hastening my thoughts--and my worry.

"...after 25 minutes of inactivity."

Famous last prompt for soon to be written
infamous first lines--of poetry.

And so this begins.

Copyright 2011 Tammy Melody Gomez

1 comment:

NSO Birth Certificate said...

Nice short one, to some it had no meaning but I guess for you it means a lot to write it here. - Ana