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But I am tired


But I am tired

I’m sorry;
I would read you lines of lovely prose,
But, I am tired, today. Perhaps tomorrow.

I’m sorry;
I would tell an amusing anecdote,
But, I am tired, today. Perhaps tomorrow.

I’m sorry;
I would brave brigands and burglars,
But, I am tired, today. Perhaps tomorrow.

I’m sorry;
I would sing you the sweetest lullabye,
But, I am tired, today. Perhaps tomorrow.

I’m sorry;
I would read you a thousand and one tales,
But, I am tired, today. Perhaps tomorrow.

I’m sorry;
I would tell you what the rain sings to me,
But, I am tired, today. Perhaps tomorrow.

I’m sorry;
I would dance until the dawn breaks,
But, I am tired, today. Perhaps tomorrow.

I’m sorry;
I would write a million words to tell you how I feel,
But, I am tired, today. Perhaps tomorrow.
When I am less weary.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

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Thoughts at 3am


A butterfly cinquain, just for you! Posted at Poets United.

thoughts at 3am

the smoke
drifts up from my
wreckage into the fan blades
dispersing my thoughts into air
the smoke
from my ruined body floats on
over the city lights
into darkness
softly.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

So I was going to wait until July 1st to break it to you guys. But I had better do it now.

I’m taking a break from poetry. I need to work on my novel, that neglected beast.

But fear not! It’s not like I won’t be around. I’ll check in on things; if you leave a comment, I will respond to it. And if you leave me a link to a poem you have written, I will be sure to read it, and likely comment upon it as well. I’m just not great with multi-tasking, especially when it comes to writing.

I’ll likely be back at the beginning of August to drop off some things I have been working on, and perhaps even an excerpt of the novel. But again, I’m terrible at multi-tasking, so I can’t really put 100% of my effort into both outlets. Things tend to go a bit pear-shaped when I do that.

But as far as a return to poetry full time… I can’t give a time-line on the thing. Perhaps September? Later? Earlier? Que sera, sera. I just hope you don’t forget me 🙂

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