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Sunday, April 17, 2016

Morning -



Morning 
I stretch check a hole in 
my left sock - lost until
first sight this morning
when it lay on my chest
- testament to forget-ting
or phantasma .. pull it on
over my how-can-it- be
getting-old-foot,  shake
feathers from my head
left over from a night
of deep dreams and
rise to rattle into an-
other day 




9 comments:

  1. I love this....it is so true to real life....so relatable to reality, but written in such an absolutely lovely, poetic way!

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  2. Very nicely captured sense of moment, momentum, and entropy all caught in a sock.

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  3. Morning! Some mornings there's just too much to do when you're still half asleep!

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  4. There are mornings like that...lately the rattle is getting much louder...

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  5. That gentle musing of coping with yet another day including all the petty instances that make up a life such as that sock that in my case I am so loathe to throw out despite having a drawer full of others.

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  6. Time creates holes in fabric and being - hopefully we can patch them up..and start another day..

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  7. Ah ... rattle is about right ... creak just may be closer to my reality ... I was wondering what happened to that sock. Bastet

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