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Ten English Sentences
by Richard VinceGreenwich signals time to wake up to what’s going on.
Bicarb bubbles are not quaint to me: they are slices of misplaced afternoon, relocated to breakfast.
“Next stop: City, Victoria Centre.”
Ten degrees from perpendicular is the key to this door.
“One year out!”
The price does not rise; the sandwiches become less interesting.
Simplifying issues renders them impossible to understand.
Solace in spreadsheets is always cold comfort.
Nadine used to make dumplings from sand; I wonder if she makes them now?
Tonight’s lullaby will be the hum of the dishwasher.
01/15/2018 Author's Note: Inspired by Erin Brown-John.
Posted on 02/13/2018
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/14/18 at 04:17 AM I like what you've done here Richard. Quite original. PS: Thanks for your feedback in the General Discussion string, Everything's Broken. I didn't realize you'd been here 18 years as well. Nice to connect with another 'old timer,' if I can use that term loosely. :) |
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