she examines her blueprints

drawn with rose-colored pencil

windblown and scattered

like package of photographs

dropped on city sidewalk

trampled by heavy traffic

and hard-driven


crowded zombie footwear

she pulls out rose-colored pen

winds portable alarm clock backward

begins again

By Mary Ann Blinkhorn

12 thoughts on “blueprints

  1. abdulbencamel says:

    the stresses of the novelist!

  2. ManicDdaily says:

    Aha! This time with the pen! Hope it’s indelible ink. Nice post. K.

  3. talk about feeling like a hamster stuck on his wheel. I like the way you stimulate the brain.

  4. free penny press says:

    really like this.. love compression poetry..

  5. Roxi St. Clair says:

    Love this one… kinda hits home.

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