æ bookend

[royal isle]

I am stuck in between two ends of a book
Beset on all sides by frenemies, will this
Author seek to rip out my eye from my
Skull this time?

Or will I find another friend in a bind?
I am so very... very.. tired, my mind
Is glazed over, the roaring firelight the thing
Keeping me in this silent embrace with flame

I feel like a Krispy Kreme donut.

Slowly nodding off,
too much to read, so much to write,
will anyone make my day bright?
Life is but a vapor, rising up
Out of these frying pans I cook myself in.

Zzzzzzz....

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Maybe one sign I'll see,
Another eye looking out for me
I'll break that glass cieling
By the press of a few buttons.

[hushed orchid]

last stanza is my fave :}

[royal isle]

Thank you! Comparing books to frying pans haha

[hushed orchid]

good job sweetheart!

of course haha

alr see ya around! keep writing!

[blazing harness]

Nice one 👍

[remote turret]

he's an excellent chef

[royal isle]

Thank you 🙂

[hushed orchid]

Wow this is so fire

Im sorry, I dont understand it properly

But what I can, I like!

[royal isle]

It's just a poem about the hard work of eating and breathing poetry, you just conk out asleep by the fire at the end of the day haha

[dreamy ivy]

oh lord
I had a completely different interpretation and still loved it!

[ancient vault]

Wonderful! @dreamy ivy has just pregressed to level 2!

[hushed orchid]

Haha

I am so slow

I read so many poems

I procrastinate by reading others, than doing mine

I have 3 unfinished poems, one just need polishing details.

Then 2 others

[hushed orchid]

Show me!