Claimer: Yea, yea you know the drill. Mine, mine, mine, etc.
July 12, 2003
2:20 p.m.Deep Moment
It was born from shades
Of earthy orange brown
My hair spills behind the chairs
A half finished chess game
And a velvet purse.
"Want to go somewhere?"
Sour and green
The grapes in his mouth
And looks at me with private eyes
Indolent lounging—a lion's grace
Deep moment in a hazy afternoon
I ponder stars and littler things
With his hand that roves
Across the battle field.
A/N: I don't expect this to make much sense, but if you think about it, there is a deeper meaning (or at least I think so). Yesterday I was sitting and playing chess with a friend (on an oppressive and hot afternoon) with this conversation (a grand total of two sentences ^_^). Today I sat around and was writing about nothing in particular (like usual ^_-) when I thought about yesterday and wrote this poem. Took a grand total of 12 minutes baby! Tell me what you think (and why ^_^). Ciao!