December 16, 2003

After Waking, #1.

The wheel of responsibility lies caked on birds' wings. Eyes open to a flutter, the image passes in silence. We are too tired to think. Hands are washed daily. An opacity in the current, a tremor in the stream, and the world rests on shimmer.

Posted by the wily filipino at December 16, 2003 08:41 AM
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OKAY!!!! Now you singin'!!!!

That'sa glimmerin' flutter indeed!

Posted by: Eileen on December 16, 2003 11:18 AM

Pagod na magtrabaho? Pagod na sa pang-araw araw na mga gawain? Ayaw mo nang maghugas ng pinggan?

Posted by: Romeo on December 17, 2003 07:08 PM

Eileen: thanks for the compliments!

Romeo: ha?

Posted by: the wily filipino on December 18, 2003 08:49 AM

The way I interpreted your piece of poetry action here was one of drudgery and monotony, ergo, all the questions. It could/must be me. I AM tired of the drudgery and monotony of a corporate stiff's life.

Posted by: Romeo on December 18, 2003 07:49 PM
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