Tonight, I lie in bed and
scribble in a black spiral
notebook.
Why is cruelty easy for
some? Like lying down
a card.
One of my three cats,
Mojo
sits sleepily on
my old maple desk.
She is all black.
The computer screen is
black.
So are the speakers,
microphone,
and a coffee cup that
sits on the desk.
Above my dresser is a
quote by Hemingway.
“There is nothing to writing.
All you have to do is sit down
at a typewriter and bleed.”
It’s on black paper.
I’ve had the room set up
this way for over a year.
I’m just noticing all the
blackness.
Midnight in Nod.
It could be because I miss
my daughter. She’s seven.
All the black fades away when
I think about her smile
and those eyes that laugh at the
rain.
I notice that my shirt
is emerald green, with a
few drops of red.
Plop
Plop
Plop.








Damn. How do I edit? It’s Undo the Darkness.
Go to Dashboard. Click on the blue pen and then edit.
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Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Terrific imagery, and flow. A great read my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you.
Vivid… well done
I apreciate it.
This is a magnificent poem. Well done Thomas.
Thank you.
VERY nice!!
Much appreciated.
Subscribed!
Thanks, Adira
I’m enthralled. So very beautiful.
Thanks. I appreciate it.
Wonderful Thomas. Your work is an example to all of us here! Bravo!
Thank you so much.