Monday, July 20, 2009

Hiatus

Poetry's gone sour in my blood
Words stagnant and moulding
Big black dog been sitting on 'em for so long they 
unfurl slow, folds in all the wrong places
Crooked and cold and stiff, like myself.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sharyn
I love your blog - thanks so much for sharing yourself in this way.

I wish i had an better image for when the dog leaves but is replaced by a roaring train without a driver

Sharyn said...

Thanks Jo! Wonderful to have you visit.

Have you heard a song by Florence and the Machines called the Dog Days are Over?

"The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run..."

Anonymous said...

will have to look out for that song - have had a day trying to hold onto the horse so must be time for bed :)