Audio Ailments

my alarm clock
plays Bach's
mellow
cello

to wake to
not an earth
quake shaking
me out of bed for

i've been
not to be
mistaken
thinking

not dreaming
for these are
fluid and so
very lucid

where as of my
thoughts they
get me gots
pieces and

not peace
to even
sleep
just

feel as if in
a box not
filled to
the top

please leave
some standing
room in the back
for any free flowing

posabilitites
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Lamoureux Avatar
October 11, 2019 at 8:52 AM
Not a bad way to start the day. ;0)
Connelly Avatar
October 11, 2019 at 11:01 AM
Thank you Richard. This poem starts my everyday but the rest of the lines are the rest of my time spent feeling as if in an elevator.
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