After A While It Looks Better Poem by David Howerton

After A While It Looks Better



Pushed hard (adjusting chair)
didn't feel so good anymore.
Face red, jaws clinched
breath slow waiting
for pain to ease.
Finally through dripping sweat
a smile. I think
it's time for coffee.
Rub eyes red with sweat
drink coffee,
things are better.

Sunday, March 18, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: red
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ashraful Musaddeq 11 June 2009

Cute poem. An event is composed nicely.

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Aldo Kraas 18 March 2007

This poem is not bad

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David Howerton

David Howerton

San Jose California
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