Camptown Races

February 14, 2o1o / 12:2o pm

Deep breath,
Get ready to
Make a splash.
Deep breath,
You're going to
Make it this time.
Coffee rings become
My clocks, I am six
Weeks into this
Renovation with
No end in site.
Another foundation
Blast and my rat
Trap will crumble.
Deep breath,
You knew this
Wasn't going to
Be easy. The end
Will justify the means.
I will stress away
And picture your
Hand in mine. Calm
Down. Deep breath.

Author's Note

I put 'site' instead of 'sight' on purpose.

Reviews

[theludus]

i find your author's note hilarious, also, practical.

you are quite bleak. The title just drew me in and to a certain degree I found what I expected.

I like that you seem to be a feel writer, in that all the details aren't mapped out for the reader. I think there's enough here that it does draw you in and then there's all this angst and cup half full, and what the hell has happened to this girl. Poetry like this is the sort of art you could stare at for hours or come back to on rainy days to enjoy in new ways, or ways the same. again and again.

I didn't feel the beginning or end of the poem so much, but yup, there's plenty to sink in to in the middle.

[Ed Hart]

hope springs eternal, breathe deeply...one, two, three...one, two, three...