Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Comments about Isabelle Reynolds
3.04am, And The World Is Deserted...
3.04am, and the world is deserted
I watch the rain splash down, attack the ground
Skimming the window ledge, I catch glimpse of a broken
Old watch. Tock. Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. Tock. Tock...
Bored with this item, my eyes choose to observe my bedroom walls;
Personal sketches, train tickets, posters of my favourite
Punk bands - the kind who know no boundaries.
Love notes. Soft Jokes. Sweet nothings.
Photographs. Agonising to consider, but they reel in great memories.
I play a movie to go with each image, I watch myself
Smile again, then I watch myself ...