Me 3 and a half years old, photo taken by my father 1962.
Song to an empty paper
I shall write my best poem now
something that no one
have written before
by the way I am thinking if I shall
rhyme or just have big thoughts
released in a long overwhelming text
written on 110 outstanding pages
. . . hmmm . . .
(thinking on the sofa)
3 hours later
(sleeping on the sofa)
3 and a half hours later
Suddenly awakening
HEUREKA, I’ve got it!
RRRRIIIIIIIiiiiinnnng
(the phone is ringing)
- Hello!
(Click, wrong number)
GGGRRRrrrrrrrrrr . . .
Well, now I can write my poem!!!
oooOOOHHHhhh . . .
I forgotten every word
(back on the sofa)
zzzZZZzzz . . .
Words by Dan Cederholm
Read 819 times
Written on 2008-12-18 at 10:21
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
normalil |