Friday, March 21, 2008

like a tickle in the throat

or an itch wanting a scratch

the solution to a poem-partway-done then abandon is bump-bumpa-lumping at the back of my mind

but there are dishes, and groceries and a family supper...

wait poem, wait, please be still and don't evaporate. I'll be back.

question: when you listen to yourself, what do you hear?

mompoet - memorizing part of a melody so I can find it again when all is quiet

1 comment:

Muhd Imran said...

I love to sing. Not a good singer, but still I love singing.

I'd be hearing my mind singing the last song I heard until I hear another.