Rusted

Saturday 20th August 2016 1:13 pm

Orange grittiness covers my fingers

Dusting my keyboard with crooked strokes

Back in the old spot

Same chairs

Same order

Same people

Heavy, my thoughts collect like goo

around the edges

viscous and resistant

I begin

directionless

hoping to regain my agility

Brushing off the grime

Scraping with my fingernails

to remove the the oxidation

And then, wonderfully,

there is clarity

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Comments

Tue 23rd Aug 2016 13:01

under-stated i think which is good.

powerful poem. really enjoyed it

Sun 21st Aug 2016 13:50

Much thanks to you both

It feels good to post again

And thank you for reading

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Sun 21st Aug 2016 02:24

'the old spot' seems to give you plenty of inspiration - delicately crafted as always. Keep writing and posting.

Sat 20th Aug 2016 23:19

I like the subject matter and the way it is portrayed,that sudden moment
'And then, wonderfully,
there is clarity'

great stuff

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