The Writer's desk

September 23, 2010
By jmd96 GOLD, Bradenton, Florida
jmd96 GOLD, Bradenton, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
A poem is never finished- only abandoned


Sunlight crashes
Into my wooden
Soul
Crumpled paper
Sprayed over
The carpeted floor
Ripe with age
A whisper
The only sound
Slips through my dry
Lips
Hoarse
Like a bucket
Hitting gravel
Crunch
The smell of straw sifts through
The room
Straw?
It blankets every surface
And slithers up
The walls
Obscured
By
Creased
Worn
Pieces of my
Very
Being
Slathered on
The fading blue
Lines
The pencil
A strip of
Graphite
Beckons to me
It’s embellished side
Glinting in
The dusk
Light
It
Is
Here
It
Is
Now
Welcome Home
Writers


The author's comments:
Well my teacher told me to write a poem about a place that we thought about night and day that we would always return to. Most people put their home or maybe even school but I put my desk nestled in my horse barn by house. Please comment

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