a.m.

[wytchcroft]

wild singing - she's insomnia's Angel
the wind in my electrical cable
the milk as it spills on the table
from my nerve clumsy hands
in the morning.

Comments

[sidherian]

~hugs~
I always drop things when over tired.

[wytchcroft]

:)) *hugs back*

[alex_kraine]

Oh, come! This morning, dark and windy,
Stays out of my way of things,
And all because it's simply Monday
And coffee's what salvation brings

I savour bitterness and sweetness
From a cup of brown, thick nectar -
It makes me think of cold much less,
Than that man from my avatar. :)))

Just an improvisation.

[wytchcroft]

actually much closer to my mood now too...
50 coffees later ha ha ha!!
thanks my friend - a fine reply:)))

What a great little poem!

[willowtreedance]

I hope you are a happy little insomnia's angel. Mustn't have you sad now. *smiles at you*

Re: thanks:)

[wytchcroft]

no use crying over spilt milk!!:)))

Re: thanks:)

[willowtreedance]

But Milk is so yummy!!!

Oh wait, yes you are quite right. ^_^

Re: thanks:)

[wytchcroft]

by the way, you helped inspire my new fic - thanks:)

[wytchcroft]

thank you:))

[vivid_corners]

This caused me to write a poem! :)
But I ended up spilling vodka and killing off my ex :/

LOL!:)

[wytchcroft]

surely then, yours was a poem of action?? ;))

Re: LOL!:)

[vivid_corners]

Hm...it ends with absolutely nothing changing lol. But if by action you happen to mean cursing existence, then yes! ;)