Close the door -
It’s too crowded out there.
Let’s cavort behind our dark door.
Let no one see how we love.
I can dance easier without
Prying eyes;
I can love easier
Without disapproving spies.
So heed my words
And let’s be wise -
Close the door, baby.
Close the door.
Written 4/8/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Empty page
Empty space
Empty mind
Empty heart
This is writer’s block
And I am
Empty
Of words.
Written 4/10/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Empty echoes
As sound bounces off of space -
I watch a slow, serene birth
As pipes and wood meet
And mesh
To form one plural voice of many -
E pluribus unum;
Mechanics breathe a wind of life
Inside
Square wooden lungs
And a pipe organ is born.
Written 4/10/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
