You shouldn't have to fly
4,000 miles to visit
an archives with
valuable records
treasured tomes
keys to unlocking
centuries of secrets
Only to hear
"Come back in a week."
Don't they know
my time is tiptoeing
out into the oblivion
evasively eluding
my frantic efforts
to twist its arm
and maneuver it into
a monotonously measured march?
You'd think
they could figure that out
if they run a repository
Couldn't they?
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
False Hopes
Posted by Kimberly at 3:54 PM
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5 comments:
Ugh. I hope this isn't happening too often. You'd better soothe yourself with some more hot chocolate and marmalade.
I think I had better snuggle up to a dictionary just to figure out what my little poet sister is saying. Repository, what?
Ditto to Danielle's comment. What are they thinking? Hopefully other doors will open in the meantime.
P.S.--Nice poetry! --Mom
No kidding, bloke! you're better than emily dickinson! or charlotte bronte (which one was english?)! Keep up the adventures and poetry--nice work Kim!
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