What could be better than green tea and nice music to accompany the soft tapping of my own fingers on the keyboard? I have to go to class soon, but I wrote a little poem for you. Maybe it will spark the fuse of your thesis-weary mind. (Countdown: 4 days!)
tea, with pleasure
stir dreams
with peacock feathers
sever the knot
from the taught rope
and sail
further than the sighted stretch
of glassy supposition
plunging into the depth
of opal imagination
1 comment:
thanks for the poetry therapy. i think the knot that i need to sever is cutting off the flow from my imagination to my typing fingers! as you say, it' time to sail!
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