Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry, Writers Block, Writing on July 11, 2008 | 8 Comments »
I draw squares.
Boxes.
I should write words.
Sentences.
Instead,
four lines.
Four corners.
Over and over.
Four lines.
Four corners.
The metaphor?
They’re fucking squares.
Not words.
Copyright © July 2008 Chris la Cour
Posted in Poetry, tagged Dreams, Poetry, Viscous Circle, Writing on April 8, 2008 | 2 Comments »
These Damn spots are driving me crazy. . .
Watching floaters waltz across my field of vision.
Changing pace and track at will,
on a path preconceived by no one.
With every spot born from the blurry edges of my sight,
I dream,
of endless flight.
Leading me to the future,
that bright white light.
And always, with anchors cast,
my heart’s dreams [...]
