Saturday December 5th, 2009

The exercise:

Your four line poem prompt today: slow motion.

I think I'll stick to the rules today.


My brain has turned to molasses,
And the air has turned to honey;
Everyone's moving so slowly,
And I'm feeling kinda funny.


Greg said...

Heh, and is that poem written from life by any chance?

Slow motion

Time slows down, as though I'm dreaming,
And my racquet swings through thickened air,
It connects and now the crowd are screaming,
It's the winning point and I'm frozen there.

Marc said...

Yeah, maybe :P

That's quite the mental image you've created there. I can see the people fleeing the stands :)