Sitting on the bathroom floor
at 3 am,
an empty glass at my feet,
scratching my feelings
into some old notebook.
It’s heavy going.
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Sitting on the bathroom floor
at 3 am,
an empty glass at my feet,
scratching my feelings
into some old notebook.
It’s heavy going.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
I loved this poem. I can so relate. Gah, that’s like the story of my life.
I added you to my blog roll just because I love your poetry and for no other reason.
Thanks Susan. I’m honoured.
I’m currently looking through your stuff, slowly but steadily….and silently.
And then I shall have to give my blog roll a bit of an overhaul.
I’m doing the same. It seems like a lot of bloggers are leaving the blogosphere lately.
I agree. Very disappointing.
I miss them.
I guess us few that are left will just have to band together.
Or win the lottery so we can write our own books. 😉 And go on a round the world tour to promote…..
Just as long as we don’t fly.
😛
great poem. the last line really punches it home with its simplicity and humour.