Friday, February 18, 2011

the General

My thoughts were clear as paper bells, ringing through the night time sky of my mind. Sharp and clear, words called out, waiting to be next in line. My hands trembling, I gripped a pencil tight, hoping order into chaos. Not to rhymey, not to trite, no cliche, a star burning bright, a palindrome, a simile, a carnival explosion. A three legged dog, an unkempt space, a boy with brilliant blue eyes. Every idea eludes me, running to hide in the darkness. I am making lists, accomplishing small tasks, soldiers marching. Somewhere, a general is alone, crouching, waiting to ambush me, a complete surprise, a takeover. This is no training day, it's my life....

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