April Fung

Middle Of The Thread - Poem by April Fung

My favourite programme makes me
yawn. It is never-ending till dawn.
I set my sight on the fish tank;
with eyes wide open, the tenant never slumbers.
Like waiting for something. I listen to
the vacuum. Silence is bothering
Me. Into a wooden armchair sink I;
which interjects with a sickening creak.
I gaze into space; discover that Crescent
is also staring at me. Finding something
she misses, it appears. Probably looking for
her other half?

Comments about Middle Of The Thread by April Fung

  • (7/13/2006 6:18:00 AM)

    The briefest of times described beautifully. (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Dorn (6/30/2006 4:18:00 PM)

    April, interesting observations. If I was the moon, I'd be looking for my other half too... well done! !
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 10, 2006

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