Friday, August 26, 2011

The baby prompt thing

[Sorry I didn't read it out loud, I just didn't know how to say it without sounding weird... Yeah, I'm not making much sense, never mind hahaha]

You know when
you're in one of those moods where
your words don't sound right,
things refuse to fall into place,
no one seems to be around,
(even if you're in a crowded room)
and all you can think of
are baby shoes?
Or maybe it's not that.
Perhaps you recall
forgotten toys,
broken record players,
or anything else
that is abandoned
like you.

It seems awful then,
when your mind is closing in on you
and all that you want to do
is write sad poems
about dead baby shoes.

But there is  always a light,
always a toy rediscovered
a record player rewired,
people found when there
once were none
and there is always
another child born
to fit it's wriggly feet
into a pair of new shoes.

1 comment:

  1. This is awesome! You totally should have read it - I wish I'd been there!