Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Another weekend I sit, shrewdly studying;
and day turns to night.
While many drink in ounces,
I drink in volume--
page by page in delight.
From historical scripts to eloquent words,
I find myself drowning in their elixir.
Where a few pass the pitcher
I pass the glass--
word upon word filling my mixer.

And though my time runs dry, it seems;
between shades of rouge and white,
as pen meets paper
and ink flows like wine...
I know I'm in my place
between bookends
breaking bindings,
learning as a lush of literature
what to handle
and what I can hold.

(Original writing, please do not use without permission.)


Bree said...

Nice! Makes me thirsty. ;)

(Indian Creek? I like Indians! haha)

RockSteady said...

Mmmm... wine.

Yay!! I'm getting married!! Thanks for the congratulations. It's very exciting and very surreal all at the same time.

I'm, like, grown up. Gross.

Bree said...

Hey kiddo, I hope the tournament goes well. :D Tell me all about it when you get home.

*points at rocksteady* EWWWWWW GROWN UP COOTIES (lol!!)

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