Sunday, October 15, 2006

Purple Iris



The steam rises in a

curly-cue

from the cup of coffee you sip

as you sit lost

in the Sunday paper.

The golden light


of the morning sun

paints you

in stripes through the window blinds.

The kitchen clock


tick-tocks

the simple rhythm of passing time.

Another second,

becomes a minute

and then you are

just a memory.

5 comments:

Katie said...

I know you are lonely. I know you are sad. You are many things. Complex and deeply colored. More than anything, you are strong. I have to believe that you will be happy one day. You will smile. You will laugh. Someone will love you, and you him. I am praying for you.

Itsa Mystery said...

Katie...thanks for the thoughts. See you at book club.

Itsa Mystery said...

P.S. Katie...complex and deeply colored? You've been reading too much S.M. Kidd (smiles).

Katie said...

You're right. I am a drama queen. At least I made you smile.

Anonymous said...

I think you should get a publisher and get some of this stuff published before somebody steals it.