Submissions by Rosemary_M

Power cables are the lines on the page of my morning sky,
A blank book for my story, not a page to ruin,
I erase what I don't need, cross out my mistakes,
I make bold what I want and Underline what I believe in.

A bird, like a bug crawls across my scrawl
And takes my focus... And takes my focus.
I plow on regardless, keeping my pace,
Yet the loss of my thoughts echos in chorus.

I march up the pavement, listing what I know,
My finger tracing the words I wrote in the sky.
I'm aware of the city and bustling around me,
Though...