photo taken at Project Row Houses art installation by Lisa Qualls April 12, 2009
Opportunity
Lisa Murphy-Lamb
If given the chance
free of domestic
chores dog hair
in corners lunches
unmade souls
to be soothed.
Could I speak volumes of silence and
write while the hours go numb
around me?
Would the taste of
whiskey deep
into the night well
past my hour of
slumber when sleep
comes on the heels
of children
take
advantage of ink dark
hours and
sharpen the edges of
my mind?
What is the flavour
of a creative soul
unfettered by domestic call?
Is it a mouthful of
dialogue around a honey-
brown surface entering the moors
and parties of
writers past?
Would my heart
pulsate divergently
at the edge
of possibility
and would I fall
free
untethered?
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