“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label good news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good news. Show all posts
Sunday, July 2, 2017
Finely printed news
The woman with the thin narrow hands
trimmed and nude nails,
received the good news
And here she was
spent
and broke.
She was tired and should have slept,
instead, she nearly died
with the pen in between her fingers
and raw knuckles.
Even this was half expected,
she thought the words were enough
but they did not touch her in a good way.
Drawing credit by Ernest Blaikley (1916) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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