September 23, 2011

Alive at Five

Alive at Five
By John R. Greenwood

Notes flow soft through musty cellar air
Weights clink to the swing of Rhythm & Blues 
Heart rate attempts to keep pace
Arteries full
Blood races
I swear I saw a spider swing to-and-fro

Poem and Photo by John R. Greenwood

Submitted to Poetry Pantry #67


  1. Hm, I haven't seen you in a while. This is a breath of fresh ... or musty (depending upon how you look at it) morning air. 5 is too early for me. Night Owl. Love your "about me."

  2. OR, glad you stopped by.

    "Work and reality keep my keyboard patiently idling in the distance."