Monday, March 21, 2005

Rosie O' Donnell Post

This is my attempt at poetry that sounds like Rosie's.

Monday is warm
on the skin
of my face

The face of a child
the mind of an old woman
Still

Still is the sound of the world
that I feel in my bones
As I shake like a leaf

Contradictions like those
That were once just memories
Memories of more

And when I think of the time
How it spins and weaves it's way
Through the hourglass

I feel peace
peace of mind and peace of sole (as in the fish)

How did I do? :)