Cheryl Jacob

(October 12,1980 / India)

Halfway House

I’ve a blog that I don’t visit.
I’ve a love story half way through,
But I’ll end it later.
I’ve poems,
Some with beginnings and some with endings,
But don’t worry I’ll see them through in another season.
I’ve drawings that lie in wait
For some form to see them through,
But I don’t have a muse to carry them through.
I’ve bought more paper and more colours,
To create that One,
But hey I’ve still got some time.
I’ve got some strings and some boards,
To play the music I think I hear,
But I’ve still got time to learn a little later.
I’ve got some grand ideas,
I’m waiting to spread,
But you’ll hear them once I’ve them ready.
Half-baked ideas, half-baked notions
Find a halfway house in hope for half-a –chance.

©Jacob, Cheryl
September 18,2011

Submitted: Sunday, September 18, 2011

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