Break me to small parts.

In the days of your blue mistakes
I would lie open eyed and disconsolate
repeating events behind my eyes.
Nothings on the end of my tongue.

And now.

Now I creep from room to room
looking for something I’d thought not lost.
Hoping and praying and not knowing
one inch.

each person
each new word
I look for the stilling of my restless heart.



  1. brightsilentthought · December 18, 2007

    I like this. It is mysterious, and strangely sad and moving.

    I’m glad I discovered your blog.


  2. zaphodfreek · December 18, 2007

    I’m glad too.

  3. Voodoo · December 21, 2007


    You’ve just commented on my blog.

    Curious. Does TW mean anything to you?

    If not, I’ve never had the opportunity.

  4. zaphodfreek · December 21, 2007

    Not a thing.

  5. Voodoo · December 21, 2007


    So, you just happened upon my blog?

    Good to know.

    Thank you for the compliment.

  6. slynne · December 21, 2007

    This one is nice. I like the opening. It feels like it might want to push on a bit, though. Hmmm…

  7. zaphodfreek · December 21, 2007

    I agree.
    There should be an extra but before the end section.
    I’ll work on it.

  8. howard · December 22, 2007

    I like it. It flows, though now that you mention it, a “but” or a “though” might slide in nicely.

  9. qazse · December 23, 2007

    I think that first stanza is flawless and sufficient unto itself…but then again this is coming from a minimalist ( add grains of salt).

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