Poems from Sir Bookworm
Leafy-green
Outside the window
The only color
In an otherwise
Grey world.
The ticking of my watch
Lengthens the silence between us
Slows
Them
Down
So that there is nothing
Nothing save the ticking
The ticking of...
I come home
Throw my backpack down
I sit at my desk
Take a deep breath
Pick up a pencil
And begin to write.
All the ideas from today,
All...
Beach glass
Catching the sun
Like a rough sea-jewel
Plucked from the orange sand
Rough around the edges.
Dizzy under the oak tree,
Spiky...
We pull up to the ruby red
And jerk to a stop
I tap my hand on the side of the car,
Eyes staring intently ahead.
The car hums idly,
All...