Nothing But Shadows

A pre-coffee poem!

Nothing But Shadows

 

 

It’s 6 am; and my brain is still asleep

 

Nothing but shadows before my eyes; deep

 

Down are any intelligent thoughts

 

Elusive are any good ideas that I’ve got

 

There’s danger lurking in this keyboard

 

Any warning to delete goes unheeded; out the door

 

Any terrible, disjointed thoughts will be written down

 

Until the coffee kicks in , I won't come around

 

 

Reviews

[Laura E. Aranda]

kinda where my poem Migraine came from! ahhaa

[Michael Stevens]

Well, it seems as if the no-coffee, 6 in the morning, I got nothing, or at least I'm having trouble thinking clearly disease is universal!

[Jetta Zippora]

I can totally relate...I'm kinda addicted to coffee. :D Love the poem, friend. Amusing and nice flow.

[Michael Stevens]

I'm not sure what I'm doing, as you're probably painfully aware. I thought I'd already responded to this nice comment, but apparently, somebody overseas will get my reply, and go, 'What?", but thank you!