Awake 4:30 a.m. Find there is no sun, nor moon,
rising. No star amid the haze, the morning mist
of pre-dawn companionship. There is no one
this side of nocturnal embrace. Without dreams
you and I are interstitial, waning black with pink
at the edges; wait and see sailor’s warning in red
morning. A beginning. A partial, impartial,
story. A cat, inside a box, deciding itself
living or dying. Weigh the disparity:
wake or return to sleep, to shadow
worlds, where waking means distance
and slumber means meeting the lion.
Again.
This one sparked a memory of my flower clad lion dream………. Good poem to read, first thing in the morning! ……. Good poem…… Period!
Thank you, ma’am :)
“Weigh the disparity”
What a phrase. Will be rolling that around in my head. Enjoyed reading.
Love that I planted one there :)
Thank you, Focus.
Stunning work with the stanza breaks- created great moments then twisted them. As always, you rock.
Thank you sir!
In my humble opinion, it’s been a damn fine LexPoMo for you and me. Stronger (and more varied) stuff flowing from our muses this time, no?
Keep at it! Enjoying yours immensely.
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