a.m.

[wytchcroft]

wild singing - she's insomnia's Angel
the wind in my electrical cable
the milk as it spills on the table
from my nerve clumsy hands
in the morning.

 

Comments

[sidherian.livejournal.com]

~hugs~
I always drop things when over tired.

[alex-kraine.livejournal.com]

Oh, come! This morning, dark and windy,
Stays out of my way of things,
And all because it's simply Monday
And coffee's what salvation brings

I savour bitterness and sweetness
From a cup of brown, thick nectar -
It makes me think of cold much less,
Than that man from my avatar. :)))

Just an improvisation.

What a great little poem!

[rebeccawilde.livejournal.com]

I hope you are a happy little insomnia's angel. Mustn't have you sad now. *smiles at you*

[reginaclarejane.livejournal.com]

Oh, I missed this little poem... there's something about the wind at night that's so different than during the day...
A lovely piece, my friend...

[vivid-corners.livejournal.com]

This caused me to write a poem! :)
But I ended up spilling vodka and killing off my ex :/