Particles

The night is here again
Slicing.
Promising in the morning
I will have icing sprinkled.

The morning smashes me awake
Neatly.
I am completey able with glare
To accept the smithereens.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-08 at 03:13

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"with glare"

I see you glaring at the day, kind of squinty-eyed like Clint Eastwood: go ahead, make my day.

I also see the glare of the sun on white-washed buildings—a hot, blinding, summer light unique to your part of the world.
2011-08-08


countryfog
. . . and to put the pieces back together into a poem. Some days are survived no other way. More days than I care to admit.
2011-08-08