refusing to fade by Kimberly BowenThe cursor relays Morse code conversations
Never anything of inspiration
(Just one more critic to add to the row)
Filling out little scenes of introspection
Typing a word--backspace two
Typing a paragraph--highlight and delete
Everything that comes out
Eventually returns to white space
Little girl
Bohemian dancer
Feather laced hair
Color indulged ankle-length skirts
Bare feet stomp the muddy ground
Twirling and twisting
Somewhere in the miles behind
I shot her down
Left her disabled in a field
Full of wildflowers
Where she loved to roam
Tight hair
Business-professional
Plain black heels
Standard Bic pen and blue 5 star
Write with precision
No laughter, just proof
You can intellectually hold your own
Somewhere in the miles ahead
I put a bullet through this head
Imposter, over indulgent façade
Conned by the simplest ploy
Reality calls up on the phone
This only works
When the scent of wildflowers
Freely dangles in the air
The one time
Journeying to forever ago
Is the only motion home
The little scenes of introspection
Refusing to fade back into white 03/07/2010 Author's Note: different from my normal flowy-ness I suppose.
Posted on 03/07/2010 Copyright © 2024 Kimberly Bowen
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