Christopher Delegans Poet Couplet

Anvil Overhead

An anvil hangs above my head
Life trudges on in silent dread
Watching waiting for the drop
Another day it doesn’t stop

In restless flux I float unknowing
Another dawn the coffee’s flowing
Aroma thick thoughts start to stall
Waking slowly but no rest at all

An anvil swings with quiet might
Still no relief no end in sight
Same routine a looping thread
Each thought heavy in my head

Coffee brews the mind delays
Trapped inside a familiar haze
Is this just a bad day’s theme
A nightmare stretched from a dream

Or is it simply will reprised
Endurance cloaked in thin disguise

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Hilda Greenhough July 12, 2025 at 5:50 AM I dislike the kind of morning that you write about. I haven't deduced if bad dreams cause it, or perhaps, something I ate the night before. Thanks for sharing this universal dilemma. Christopher Delegans July 12, 2025 at 9:57 AM Yes, those morning can certainly be taxing. Especially when certain life events persist through many of those mornings. Thanks for reading and sharing thoughts, Hilda.

Bill Baker July 9, 2025 at 8:56 PM Nice rhythm to this Couplet poem, Chris. Have a great week ... thanks for following my poetry. Bill Christopher Delegans July 12, 2025 at 9:57 AM Thanks, Bill. Look forward to reading more of yours!