sometimes I wake up tasting
burnt coffee and my cheek is damp
because I’ve been stretched out on my back
on mildewy grass on the
hillside of this haven
staring at mocha eyes and a
face of smiles and
swirls, a kind,
that I don’t recognise
but I know closer that my own.
The moment
promises nothing
but a sweet
intoxicating
now
instead i roll out of bed
and let hot water coax
me out of the meandering
of time stretched
but hot water and cold mirrors
can’t stop me
wanting
wanting
wanting
Lucid days and languid dreams
I think it’s only halfway finished.
Ryan J. Douglas, about 1 month ago
whatever you do please don’t change this stanza
instead i roll out of bed
and let hot water coax
me out of the meandering
of time stretched
oh and love the title by the way.
Max Gatrell, about 1 month ago
Really nice piece Nat, it sounds like the ordeal I have trying to drag myself out of bed ;)
M
natapee in reply to Ryan J. Douglas’s comment, about 1 month ago
thanks Ryan : ) I’m happy with that stanza too, think will just rework the beginning and add to it. I wrote it at work and it doesn’t feel over yet.
natapee in reply to Max Gatrell’s comment, about 1 month ago
thanks Max, sounds like you are a two time snooze button hitter too. ;)
Trish Cooper, about 1 month ago
I really like this natapee….it sounds like this is going to be incredible when you finish it up :)) Great start!!!!