by Maple Tree   Oct 24, 2015

Twenty after first light of dawn
our early departure consists of
a good book and a pen full of thoughts.

A tinge of Arthur forbids me to repeat
the madness that escapes the corridors
of my endless possibilities.

Spider webbing awaits a dance
I've danced before,
ritualistic nerves twitch.

Heavy eyes signed a contract
for at least eight hours but I hear
whispered rumors of three o'clock,

or four.....


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  • 2 years ago

    by Cindy

    Thought provoking piece
    Take care Cindy

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A wonderful write. Mesmerising, in fact. All the best,

  • 2 years ago

    by - Mr. Darcy


    Sounds like a case if insomnia. Counting numbers of sheep works for me. Baaaa

    Creative and clever.

    Take care and sweet dreams.