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