AC(CORD)ING TO FATE.....
Type writer
Sleep fighter
Black ink
Wine to drink
Cigarette alight
Lonely night.
Wet lung.....Dry tongue
Candles flame
Upon windows pane
Silken threads
Form spiders web
A creaking chair
A vacant stare
Twirling my hair
Nonchalant care
This comfy seat
Where I retreat
And ideas form.....
Brain waves...Thunders storm
Paper planes
Origami cranes
Oil paintings
Model trains
Then a booming chime
Tells me the time
Tick Tock
Grandfather clock
As the pendulum swings
My telephone rings
But electric cords
Upon floor boards
Became my trip wire
Now the straights are dire
As the unanswered phone
Has made my fate known...
ELECTROCUTED..!!
Motions now muted
I've hit the deck..!
Pulse check....
Ā Wait a sec...
Ā Ā Ā Broken neck.
I'm so weary...sleep time.
Yet exalted....sublime.
As I rest here in peace
Ā It's confirmed...
Ā Ā I'm deceased.
Carey Milton
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Much appreciation for reading and giving me such high gratitude as always Merril :)
I can see you in my little scene here too...Well at a typewriter :)
x
Thanks Colly :)
Glad you enjoyed my little read
Carey x
Bless ya sista :)
Who knows how I concocted... a poet at his desk who dies so accidentally simple...almost accepting it was part of his daily routine... hahaha.
Was a fun write without sounding too sinister..mwhahahaha
x Sis C x
Cheers Sue
Not a premonition oh geez..lol
Cheers hun!
x
Dear Poetess Carey Milton,
Back to the front line, welcome, This is a distinct and good write, thanks for sharing, my applause, my vote
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Heya Carey, i dig this write, flows like a river start to end, not one single bend.
Thanks for reading hun...Sorry I been a bit slack with the feedback..:) x