image ; poets sleep 1989 Chang Houg Ahn
i slept with the light on
my words scared me in the dark
script returned to haunt
and mock
in the cold light of morning
i am nothing
but letters
jumbled on a vellum page.
KD 23/2/14
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Such cruel words... in the dark.
ReplyDeleteI like how you captured the feel of the art ....
ReplyDeleteThe dark can be pretty frightening when our minds wander. Nice write.
ReplyDeleteI often wonder what the dreams of authors like Neil Gaiman are like. Something like this, I would guess.
ReplyDeleteVery nice!
Response to the prompt: adept and sagacious...
ReplyDeleteI know that feeling so well! You captured it to a 't' :-)
ReplyDeleteThe darkness can be pretty scary at times.
ReplyDeleteI really like this- well done!
ReplyDeleteI too, hate those words that scare within the night!
ReplyDeleteWhen our words come back to haunt us...ouch! Nice work!
ReplyDeleteSometimes my words scare me, too...even in the daylight...
ReplyDeleteThe words spoken in daylight are even scarier.
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ReplyDeleteLoved the last sentence 'i am nothing but letters jumbled on a vellum page' ... well done.
hello Kay
ReplyDeletetoo many things scare me in the dark of my mind... your words beautiful and sensitive as always.
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Love Lynn xxx