Sunrise [Revised]

Awake all night,

I rearrange

my fixations,

alphabetize

my compulsions,

shuffle my crushes.

 

Just after five,

I pop the pill

of sunrise.

Dim light

through the blinds

slips me sleepward.

 

In my last

waking moments,

I pray

the Lord's Prayer,

the Serenity Prayer,

the 5:29 prayer.

 

I give myself over

to the swerve

and sweep of dreams.

My bed is church,

my lethargy

is liturgy.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-11 at 07:51

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Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant poem! I am simply jealous for not being its author. You are undoubtedly a poetic genius, Thomas! Super well done!
2018-05-18


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Tom. Lethargy-as-liturgy seems to be going around.
2018-05-11


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant lines here, as the previous posts have stated. I can relate to having ritualized routines. I liked the opener, " I pop the pill of sunrise".
2018-04-26


shells
There must have been a few crushes to alphabetise them! I just love this and I love the line "I follow the contours of morning."
2018-04-25


Bibek
I echo one trick pony's comment. So effortless and so sublime!

Bibek
2018-04-24


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
You poems seem effortless, which surely means they are not without effort.

I smile at:

"I alphabetize
my crushes."

but each stanza has its rewards.
2018-04-23