May 22, 2010

Cold Chair

Next to me on this cold chair
there is no paper ghost,
no laughing smoke,
although I am told that we are well past
the days of imaginary friends.
Get real, everyone says,
but there is no one here to get real with.

*Just like last week, this next week will be full of tests and deadlines for me, and I don't have any posts scheduled, so I won't be around much, if at all.

2 comments:

Myrna Foster said...

Good luck with your tests and deadlines!

Thanks for sharing your poem. I'm still working it out. Poems are my favorite kind of puzzles.

Julia said...

'no laughing smoke,
although I am told that we are well past
the days of imaginary friends.'

I think I'm in love with those lines. Well done.

Good luck on the tests. I'm sure you'll do great.