In Your Words
Andrew Crane
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Sleeping Disorder
Shadows on the wall,
I hate my job
I sit at my desk
Nothing
The world is at war,
Singing bowls
Tap the bowls gently,
cosmetic Surgery
Scalpel steal gleams bright
Alone
Salt
stains the pant cuff,
Fire
Campfire
Contemplation
The feather floats down The air around me stiffens I can’t hear a sound |
copyright 2007 Andrew Crane
All Rights Reserved
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| Andrew Crane, originally from Ontario, Canada, moved to Northern Ireland at the end of 1996. Andrew has been writing steadily for some 20 years, (current age 38) but did not actively try to publish poetry or stories until joining Ards Writers 2 years ago. Andrew has recently posted his poetry on Writing.com and is excited about his poetry & haiku being published to a wider audience. |