woke earlier than wanted
later than I ought
could not remember
my dreams
walked the dogs
and watched the juncos
tried to write
nothing would take
sipped bad coffee
and wished for better
had no food for the chickadee
sitting on my window sill
cried for the loss
of a neighbor’s dog
listened to trees
and urged them on
grew too shy
to join in the conversation
blushed too brightly
when someone was kind
smoked too many cigarettes
and got a bit tipsy
waited for someone
who did not come
would not have been
brave enough anyway
fell asleep
tallying the day
probably won’t remember
my dreams
© Sarah Whiteley
Have decided to use this idea as a sort of writing exercise for myself. Might post a few here and there, but really it’s intended to get the internal dialogue happening – to see if I can transition into the beginnings of a poem somewhere. I have to say, it was kind of fun and yes, even a little bit fruitful.
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