by Belegon
...what it would read like without the forced, intial caps and broken into three verses...
...and maybe an ellispe, or two...
T'is a kone, n'est-ce pas, this sound of one hand?
Thanks, Belegon.
I've spent many an early morning, longing for the day that I could just roll over and fulfill the desires instead of forcing my eyes to remain open just to have a few more minutes... Took me back, and I absolutely know the feeling. Nice work, sweetie.
~lucky
one handed typer to another...bravo,handsome!
job well done.
*hugs*
v~
Even the Sandman cannot overpower such determination. Nice work, Bel. ~Imp
I was just there the other night, or was it morning, who can tell and does it matter at 4 a.m.? Very nice.
I love the way your sentences are so strong, yet leave a wonder within th ewhole poem., It is almost an ominous feel, I just really enjoyed reading this :)
maria
I know the feeling of wanting to overpower sleep in favor of staying online.
Tap, tap, tap,
typing
at 4 a.m.
the work's never done;
whoever wants it to end?
Go on - keep on tap, tap, tapping.
Caught it perfectly. The sence of pushing yourself to write just one more line.
OK another, then I'll stop.
Well, maybe ONE more before I go to bed.