Thom Isaacson

Rookie (July 11th,1988 / Pueblo, Colorado)

Narrative: One - Poem by Thom Isaacson

The clock is frozen.
Everything is.

The only movement in the boy's room is the

12: 00
12: 00
12: 00

on his VCR.

'Now is a good time for reflection'
he says.

In reality, it's no different than any other night.

He picks up his pen.
he writes.
he scribes his soul.
he pens his existence.

he embodies himself in literature.

Comments about Narrative: One by Thom Isaacson

  • (10/10/2006 5:36:00 PM)

    Less is more. you have proven it here with your words.

    creative design here, Thom, of a familiar recourse~ Sus~
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 3, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 21, 2010

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