![]() October 27thA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)i have become an old book - dog-eared pages, water stained cover, i
am weathered from too many readings fumbling
fingers have followed my lines, brushed
the once black ink from my skin, thin as parchment paper - now - my
words have all run together, paint upon paint until i
am more muted shadow than shape i
attempt to season the leftovers of half-written poetry - al dente imagery, too
firm to mold and too soft to exist without
teetering between unyielding similes i
am the ashes of bravado, the skeleton of pride, seven
layers of dust on a desk with one short leg propped up by the folded pages of
a manuscript that will never be more than what it is right now © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on October 28, 2013Last Updated on October 28, 2013 Author![]() Girl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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