"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Thursday, April 26, 2012


Day 26: Only four more left! Today's prompt is to write an elegy.

There isn't much now
          to keep you here.
Just pictures of you
          in faraway places
Taken with a fisheye,
          showcasing you with
Something sleek
          billowing in the breeze;
Something dead
          curling into a question;
Something ancient
          buried in afterthought;
Something flawed
          held at a safe distance;
Something stained
          pinning your arms back;
Something deep
          drowning you.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Antlers, Bear

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