Intermittent

Morning Breaks More Than The Horizon

TashInTheClouds
Jun 6 · 1 min read

There is a dullness that waits
in the shadow like a headache,
dirty, grimaced and hampered
while I lie abed, rumpled
with a disheveled sense of the present,

unknowing where my bare feet have been;
where my footprints should begin.

Recount the key left in the open door;
the clothes of yesterday, strewn
across the tilting floor

like the slippery slope of the mind,
that falls upon a schismatic blade of thought
when it should have been laundered,
showered,smiling and compliant:

Waiting for the next appointment.
Waiting for the next appointment.
Waiting, intermittent.

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A NZ writer and poet that enjoys the 'eureka' moments in writing, as well as the settings that inspire them - urban jungles and other wilderness alike.

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