Friday, July 13, 2007

A Dark, poorly written Poem, by Julie

Stranger in the night,
silently intruding my domain,
banished time and time again,
determined to remain.

every tiny part,
covering all I own,
refusing to give me peace,
Stop I cry.... please I moan.

Dust, mine enemy
my silent intruder,
refusing to leave.
Always at my side,
To be battled daily


inquestoftruth said...

I quit worrying about dust eons ago.    You should try it.
Great poem!  lol

jckfrstross said...

i belong to the dust bunny club of america LOL enjoy your weekend


kirkbyj05 said...

This was clever Julie....well done!  Dusting?   what's that?   lol!
Jeanie xxx

lanurseprn said...

I loved it!! I don't think it was "poorly written" as you said. was GOOD! I sure didn't expect it to be about dust when I started reading! LOL!

motoxmom72 said...

Very well written!  A house is not a home without dis-order, chaos, revolving doors, dust and clutter.  Well, that's the way I view my home.  Housework will always be there day in and day out, LOL!

erarein63 said...

OMG, I gave up a long time ago!  De ;)

springangel235 said...

Great job....I loved do great work in writing poems.....great talent, from a lovely friend.
Hugs and love,