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Thursday with open eyes
by Jared OrlandoThere is no reason for this day
To be different than any other.
The wind is slightly chill, and the birds stick to that same mantra
Maybe just a little cheerier I suppose.
I throw sheets into the air and half the bed crumbles
A shadow remains here, still screaming and taunting.
I reach up, reach down, a daily routine
Cleanse my body of the nights grip
Prepare it for the days grapple.
The sky is speckled with dust and dream
Nothing original, that solar orb, a magnifying glass
Burning its trail while I walk the same walk
Close, ever so close to my heel
I am an insect in a so much bigger world
Trying to rearrange the calendar
Create a new day, a new life
But I can never escape the march.
02/14/2008 Posted on 02/14/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/14/08 at 11:07 PM I really like this. "The sky is speckled with dust and dream" is such a nice line. And wouldn't we all like to create a new day for the calendar. |
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