Monday, 25 April 2011

Procrastinated decisions

I really wanted to write a dark poem
Of jutting eye sockets and running ghosts
But hey, dark eluded me
And so I wrote of the majesty
Of the sun that lights up dazed souls
Reminding them of the night
That was, I reminded man
Of his fellows wearing clashing colours
I find humour in such
And the occasional drunk upon being
 Stranded at cross-roads sleeps there
Till early morn, procrastinated decisions
But hey that is a stroke of genius!

C) Lorot Salem 2011

#  For Sunday Scribblings prompt #264 Shine


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