2014 #323

“But I’ve spoken
of this to no one
and it isn’t that I want
to leave you or anyone or
this or any place
– but I feel inert
almost every day and -”
“Nights? What about

“Do these feelings
– are you inert
in the nights?”
“Maybe more inert
in the nights
though I meant in
the sense that a day
is general in time

and now I forgot – why?”
“No big why.
Just thought I’d help you
with your phrase.
Big part of my role
is helping our
But you know that.
Let’s hope you know.”


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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