Sitting in the stark room
clock and tissues stare,
I own the time,
50 minutes,
for me.

There is a stranger,
serene she sits
opposite the distance
gradually I unravel.....

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2014-03-04 at 00:50

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Doh..just worked it out! I particularly like how you say the most with the least.

I'm hoping you stitched yourself back together, minus the unnecessary baggage. I'd like to applaud this but I'm not sure how.

Rob Graber
An intriguing little write... just right, with a truly memorable last line pregnant with foreboding and promise!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is wonderful. You've said all that needed to be said, and nothing more.

ngaio Beck
Mysterious.Engaging,and fraught with many diverse interpretations.