A New Day
yes i
would register flatline
not
dead just feel like it captured within the ring i
call life
i
look at the clock eight o'clock time
is like a river
there
is no way to stop it a dam perhaps
but
i
don't think that would work time
stops for no one
it just continues suddenly
this moment is
now the past
slipping into the next past ...and the next
like
the tick of the clock that echoes in the hall and bounces off the
wall
the
morning completely quiet no sound can
be heard
i could be the last person on
the planet i
look around
everything appears as if in resin suspended not
a breath of air
still perhaps many have not begun their morning
still
snuggled in their beds bed clothes like paper crumpled into knots
beneath
their sleeping bodies the day ahead may have many surprises
some
good some not so much i
may find myself
on a blacklist
that
until now has not been compiled for some silly
or
lavish transgression i
brush my
teeth slip into my
daily dress
my
thoughts still in the vessel that holds my
life's past
i
begin each day missing you as if my right arm is missing
my
eyes some very important part of me
it
has become a habit i
am not ready to break soon
i
will realize it is not just another day but
instead
it
is the first day and maybe the last day of the rest of my
life
i
think of you i remember i
love you still
April
15, 2016
Note: So much I do not know...it was not my intention to write this piece with different fonts, but it has chosen them...it will do what it wants....I am not in control.
Note: So much I do not know...it was not my intention to write this piece with different fonts, but it has chosen them...it will do what it wants....I am not in control.
2 comments:
I actually thought the different fonts were very clever. They look good and some lines get extra import this way. I can hear the deep thoughts in this poem. We keep getting up in the morning (that's the good news), not knowing what the day will bring, ever hopeful, a bit wary, prepared for almost anything, at this point. And the missing of that important one never stops. Loved this one, my friend.
Loved your words, so much so that although I have a really hard time reading in this format that you use, I made it to the end and was glad I did.
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