The alarm does its job perfectly
As the ringing leaves no doubt that morning is here.
He opens sleep glued eyes
Reluctant to face what is actually real.
Wiping dream dust away,
He rises to face another same old same day,
A trudging defiance still smouldering
Inside his half beaten soul
Ever reminding him quietly
Life can go to hell.
After his shower and autonomous shave
He stares in the mirror
At a face that has aged
He walks along the echo filled hall
To the kitchen where he makes tea for one
Sitting in silence, the only sound
Is the apathetic crunching of toast,
Only one round
Then he looks to the clock
The giver and taker
Places his cup and plate into the kitchen bowl
Puts coat, shoes and hat on
And he's ready to go
He opens the door and cynically breathes in the world
Gets into his car starts the engine which is always cold,
And then puts his seat belt on just for appearance
Driving to work not a word yet spoken
A vow of silence not consciously given
He looks at the dashboard clock and for the first and only time today, smiles.
It's set five and a half hours ahead
A subtle reminder of her
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Saxon Crow (
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Intriguing words at the end of these good words SC.
Andy
Thanks GF
Did ya overdo it - put the clock back (or forward) five and half hours, instead of one hour?!
You'll never know
You'll never know
I like your writing 🙂 really like how you have expressed yourself .. it’s almost like a story , really . ‘ wiping dream dust away ‘ love that line .
Feel sorry for the guy who’s only able to smile for one moment
I'll never know twice, so you've said! lol.
Nicely written. I sensed lonliness and of course the last three lines stopped me dead in my tracks... unkind of you saxon - you made me think LOL. I recall a time when i had an online 'thing' with a lady abroad. She was 5 hours behind and I had a clock showing this. Strange days upon reflection.
'Driving to work not a word yet spoken
A vow of silence not consciously given'..
there is a tenderness in these words
that resonates, with so many diverse
feelings..
(showcasing Great
story telling skill, dear Poet
I'll make sure to read it all
would be a great help
if you could give us links
to the corresponding parts)
I love the narrative style, it flows effortlessly like a waterfall! Seems like you’d be a good writer too in addition to a poet!
long distance love... never expected this ending at the beginning of the poem! you have however beautifully expressed with powerful imagery, the loneliness of a man whose lover is seas apart. beautiful work, saxon!
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