July 13, 2013 Sunday Whirl #117 and Poets United #158

STUDIO LIFE

A tiny voice whispers

Look around in surprise

It is my conscience

You see

The one who

Watches out for me

Together we try to

Stay out of the ditch

Make no mistake

It is easy to get off the path

Leave no trace

Of your whereabouts

Lost in your work

In the studio

 

Friends will want you to

Come out to play

They will

Leave a note

And when you see them

You will explain

You are not sick

Only dedicated

 

Seconds past uninterrupted

Then you realize

A lifetime has passed

No rest taken

And like the scientist

In the lab

You attempt to translate

The discoveries made

Detect where you have been

All your life

PROMPT:conscience, together, mistake, leave, note, sick

friends, second, rest, translate, lab, detect