Monday, March 24, 2008

Not Much To Say

Sitting here surrounded by myself.
Feeling alone and wondering why.
Screams and laughter of children trickle through the floor boards.

How to give them what they need when what I need eludes me.
Like putting together a puzzle without a finished picture to look at.
Where's the model?
What's the next step?


Maria Hart said...

Haunting reflections. Poignant because they feel like could be coming from my own mouth at times, just not with such simple and profound beauty. I love poetry, I just can't write it. But I love reading it. You should post your creations more often. They are lovely.

Britta said...

i love reading your thoughts especially when they just flow! you are my treasure