Saturday, April 7, 2012

National Poetry Month: Day Seven


Some days
this is all you get
the small lull
between the creation
of dinner and putting it
on the table

the little intake of air
when things are not
quite ready

the table clean
and not yet set

candles not yet lit

that moment of pure
pure potential

white space
between the title
and the very first word.


MaxDude said...

Epic metaphor, displayed with that same poetry skill that baffles me daily.

The Other Laura said...

Max, your comments mean so much to me. Thanks for reading me!

Anonymous said...

sometimes its hard to ask for more than the white space