Monday, January 13, 2014

complex reflect

some days are hardy
with mess and mulling

beginning as early as breakfast
when routines are established

or corrupted by weather
changed by a cat being sick

in the dully light hallway

ending in the unsatisfied
wanderings of tastes

from dislike to curiosity
to secure refreshment despite

the health of the kitchen
or the wealth of a book

in bed

light only be a single
baby sized bulb

1 comment:

HO P said...

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Simple yet reaches the heart.
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Keep writing!