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The Hour Past
There are indents in the cushions,
long hours wearing grooves
into the couch.
I think that electricity runs on time,
I know it sucks up
all of mine.
Tags: 302poetry, journal3, section1 Filed under: Uncategorized
*grooves, I believe is what you meant.
I love how simply put this is, and at least for me, very relatable. Even though it has an outward appearance of simplicity, I believe one could read more into this– which of course is the definition of poetry. Love it! I’m surprised the title is “hour past” not “hours past”.
1 deanna said this (November 10, 2012 at 9:17 pm)