Monday, May 08, 2006

Cold & Grey

I conceived my first poem last night, on the way home.
I didn't write it down.
Now I can't remember it.

My car still doesn't have a heater.
This morning I wore a jumper,
a jacket,
a scarf,
a coat,
and gloves.
And I put a hot water bottle on my lap
to keep me warm.

Today is grey.
Bleak. Cold.

I have lost sight of the good
fun
things
in life.

And can only see grey sameness.

3 comments:

Timmy said...

I don't mean to be impolite, but can I have a crack at topping that? Our coffee machine is busted and I have made two trips across town to fix it, to no avail. How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of these trips across town.

Anastasia said...

You impolite so-and-so! How dare you be having a crapper day than me ;)

V. sad re your coffee machine. Hope it gets fixed soon...

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