At the Bottom of a Well

Member since 2002 · Posted 1 Nov 2002 · Edited 3 Nov 2002 · 4 comments

Dusted then dried I feel like old furniture Stored out of sight Where only the rare roach Or wayward cat Will ever find me The rare visitor Will leave a tip Penny, nickel, or dime Along with a wish Which as keeper of the deep Is mine to grant Falling into winter Leaves me with a shiver This stony bottom Lets snow linger Springing into summer Leaves me with a fever The sun above Disturbs my broken-leg peace Shouting is pointless The months pass by With only a hope of company An august June bug may march by in July, April may realize I'm alive Either way I am fine The subterranean pessimist Sees things only one way If it is not sunny, it is raining.

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[8] New Life Drug 1-Nov-02/4:49 PM Reply

this is really good. I hate wells though.

[8] deleted user 1-Nov-02/8:29 PM Reply

I really like this, especially the lay out. I think it's well done.

[n/a] daniella 2-Nov-02/6:08 PM Reply

deep at the bottom is where we poets draw a well-spring. keep digging while looking back up at the light.

[5] <{Baba^Yaga}> 4-Nov-02/1:18 AM Reply

YOU LIE! i see the ring from the bottom of the well! THE RING! and little girls with wet hair and horses and carlos castenada and snoopy? unfortunately this was extremely boring, but the ring wasn't..thank god for naomi watts. watts upo!@ 5.