husk of dust
a grey hollowhusk of dust
casting a silhouette on the time piece
an eye loses a lash in the final curtain call
the creaking radiator
vain attempts to provide adaquate warmth
sparks from an epiphany singeing the fibres
the last drop of alcohol
the forseen splash absorbed by the carpet
a dustmite liquororgy shadowed by an empty bottle
<Deleted User> (7164)
Fri 12th Feb 2010 12:07
Amazing what the mind's eye can conjure up in a moment of lethargy? (if i may use this word?)
The vision of dust-mites in multiples made my skin crawl but i agree with Cynthia, it's a great poem. I like the individual thoughts coupled with images.
Janet.x