Still dark out.
Brain lagging, like a beetle carrying a couch.
Start pushed on the coffee machine.
Strong, bitter aroma drifts from
the kitchen.
B vitamins for focus.
Phone beeps.
Cats meow.
Body moves,
Mind crawls.
First piss of the day.
Check my reflection in the mirror
to make sure I’m still here.
I just want to write.
Want the work done.
Snowy morning
but I’ll shovel the lines first.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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A great write of the day starting. Mundane but at the same time so real. Well done Thomas
Thank you, my friend.
Most welcome Thomas
I'll settle for knowing how you feel - it's not empathy, it's identity...
Thank you.
Was you? - is you? - still there? Was it you when you looked in the mirror or some other guy? lol.
lol. Thanks, friend.
Nothing and no one gets in the way of a writer! Beautifully conveyed. 🌹
Thanks, sweet Teddy.
Life in the raw, always think if you wake up, it's already a great day.
Usually give the mirror a miss, it blatently lies.
Feckin freezing here too, even the eskimos are complaining.
Thanks, Paul.
well done
ty
I heard Archaix` coffee tastes good! Though I have to admit I`m more of a tea guy.
Thanks.
"like a beetle carrying a couch" absolute knockout punch. Perhaps the only word befitting the poem in my limited vocabulary would be 'Brilliant'.
Thank you.
Just waking myself well done Thomas
Thanks, my friend.
a good start to the day - may it be fruitful in all other ways too..
Thank you.
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