• Write a story for us

a night light shining through the

window onto a wall

real or imaginary tempted him

to think if only but

he spoke deep and nasal

stating -

no tres-pess-sing

on my soul -

do not disturb signs

displayed

down the hall

inside the room at the back

of the house

accumulated dust

black hair

begets grey

muscles softened

finger nails cut very short

mailman walks by everyday

outside the light remains on

to scare raccoons

away

  • Write a story for us

Comments

Ruth Newell May 27, 2012 @ 10:21 a.m.

One can only press upon one's soul if invited to do so, no? If there is a--dare I say it--a wanting to be pressed upon by, conscious or subliminal. Regardless, all sorts of things tend to leave imPRESSions upon mine. For better or for worse, "If only but..." If's, if's, and more if's. Gosh...all that we don't do, that we restrain ourselves from doing. Ah, well. I've no doubt it is all as it is meant to be. A-Tisket-A-Tasket. Nice Poem, Z.

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