Will Thomas


5 a.m.
Alight and alone.
Modest and mauve.


Shyly, seductively,
unveiling herself
to a chill and blackened
mid-winter morning.

To the East,
in a pristinely empty sky,
grace notes
that well the eyes,
imtimacies that haunt
and hollow the heart.

Quarter moon.
Two-dollar life.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 23, 2006
Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 18, 2006

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Comments about Interruptus by Will Thomas

  • Esther Leclerc (3/8/2006 9:54:00 AM)

    Thank you for not filling in all the spaces for the reader... Love this and am keeping it always.

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  • Catherine Elaine (2/23/2006 4:27:00 PM)

    Beautiful, haunting and misty. Just like the sacred time before dawn.

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