This Blog is dedicated to Dr. Beth Crachiolo, now the chair of the English and Theatre Department of Berea College. Beth is truly a wonderful person, and one hell of a teacher! For whatever reason, she seems to believe in my aptitude as a writer and has made it perfectly clear, on more than one occasion, that to not write would be a waste. So I am trying to do something I've never attempted before. Starting today, April 20, 2010, I will try very hard to post at least one new poem a day for 1 year. I'm sure most of them will be utter crap, but you never know when the muse might strike. Please feel free to respond to any post at anytime, I value constructive comments.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Clock Ticks On

The Clock Ticks On

Weary head rests into the pillow
the clock ticks away the seconds
sheets are tangled, covers bunched
and yet the clock ticks on
tossing, turning, sighing, moaning
still the clock ticks on
hours pass, the crickets sing
and the clock ticks on
dreams never coming, sleepless eyes stare
as the clock ticks on
Fuck it! I'm getting a Pop-Tart!
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  1. AnonymousMonday, May 10, 2010 at 3:07:00 AM PDT

    well... you had me till breakfast time... humor yay... but sans its last line it could be a great metaphor for an unfufilling.... of course... with the last line i guess it becomes: Im so bored. I should be doing something important. But Im not. And I wait for whats uspposed to be. But it never comes. Oh well, lets eat... which could really be a metaphor for our life... <3 <3 <3

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