Reflection

[Delta40]

No need for tears
at thirteen minutes past five
when the sheets are knotted
just the way you struggle
through the night to like them.
The final spot of drool cakes dry
and the radio strangely tunes
to the song in your head
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
In this mixed state of
unstretched bones
half dreams
and moaning awakenings
you can dry your eyes
and rise,
rise I say
and seek sanctuary
in the leathery sameness
of this new unknown self
who reflects a mysterious,
yet discoverable truth
each day
in the bathroom mirror.

[MystyrMystyry]

That's how I feel Delta! ;)

Serious - I just got woken to a thunder squall and rattly windows. Damn but I could do with another ten hours...

Good images in this -

unstretched bones
half dreams
and moaning awakenings

Yeah!

[Delta40]

Groggy morning response

Wha whi who? :p

[Jeos]

no doubt this is a POEM...as those that I prefer with minimal "I" (of course you are there but in a marvellous subtle way..).

[Delta40]

Thanks Jeos.

[Jack of Hearts]

of this new unknown self
who reflects a mysterious,
yet discoverable truth
each day
in the bathroom mirror.

This is a really good finish to your poem, Delta. It's interesting and mysterious.







J

[Bar22do]

Magic and power at work here, again, Delta! Seeing the context, it's difficult to say "I enjoyed" but I did the creation. Thank you Delta.

[Jeos]

...and yet they are (the last five lines) a bit less poetic because of interference of philosophical reasoning...

[Delta40]

...and yet they are (the last five lines) a bit less poetic because of interference of philosophical reasoning...

Interesting perspective Jeos.

[Haunted]

I detect a sense of doom, or depressive sameness of life. Each day is a new day...yeah right!