Vital Signs: Hide and Seek

Photo: John Howard Wolf

Today the pillow stuck to my head. The sheets were my skin. The mattress my twin. My body the bed. The song of the bird a dissonant shriek pine furniture moan a deafening creak. I clamped my mouth shut I explode if I speak. I hid glasses from sight that my vision stay hazy. The light through filter. Shaded thoughts undefined, soft and lazy. Flowers were rude. Beauty seemed crude. I’m craving for silence escape from the dun. A moment alone Endless embrace of the sun.

December 13, 2012 | Categories: Poetry, Vital Signs | Tags: barbetta, craving for silence, Hidden but no seeking, Hide and Seek, Seeking What Is Hidden, Things to do tomorrow, trouble waking, Vital Signs, Waking Poetically, waking up | Leave a comment