Thursday, June 10, 2010

Where Does the Creative Mind Sit?


Cheering you on from the balcony.

Bound and gagged in a chair next to your bed while you sleep, whimpering in muffled tones.

On someone else’s shoulder because it got bored with you.

In a hospital ward, with no visitors waiting for the broken bones to heal. 

Alone and broken hearted because it loved you so.

Tapping you on the shoulder but this time you turned your head.

Next to you at the board of directors meeting, you’ve been partners for years.

Finally got your attention when you fell off your chair.

Whispering in your ear every minute but you forgot to use Q-tips.


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