I finished this last night when I should have been sleeping, so it seems a shame to not post it. Ah..... sleep. How I miss you.
Half-Started
A metal chair scraping on concrete.
Something unfinished.
Half-started thoughts linger
like cobwebs
out of reach.
Hesitation sifting into corners
like moonlight through windows.
Longing for a breeze to move the curtain
and reveal the other side.
Someone pointed out to me that I'd already used the first two lines of this poem before. I think I will begin all my poems with those lines going forward.
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