Who is joe and why do i have his cup
Theta was here, yawning and stretching in the morning for he loved the morning and would never want the feeling to die.
- Arms extending like parachutes such strain yet pleasure my body shakes
My lungs come alive and roar with both inhale & exhale while my head aches
- My body stung by the cold of the new and growing day
A gather my clothing and head for the shower for i no longer lay
- I glance at the window a portrait for what’s later to come
The trees rustle like bushes in a war my heartbeat mimics the battle drums
- I step into the shower cleansing my skin of yesterday’s odyssey
I ponder while the water smothers me, I wonder what I’ll accomplish or see
- Out of the shower I clothe myself feeling invigorated yet bored
In the living room I turn on the tv & throw myself to the couch while info is poured
- I scratch my nose until it’s satisfied for we all need attention
Now I’m hungry i make myself a sandwich while I eat extra ingredients mentioned
- Now I eat while draping a sweater arm by arm bored out of my skull
I open the door to fresh air scraping my eyes while life is still somewhat dull
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2019 15:58
- Comment from author about the poem: Good afternoon my fellow poets i hope everyone has a wonderful day. As always feedback and suggestions are welcome. - T the scholar
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Comments3
I surprisingly like mondays
Each day is filled with the magic of new adventures.
Very well said Finch
Every day has its own potential archives of memorable events, not matter how mundane they may seem. Nicely done Theta!
Thank you for the input and generous.
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