Friday, May 26, 2017

Kerri shying R # 248 - Rise


May

waken in the warm
scent of yesterday’s tea

holding to the curtains
woven in the winter mornings

where the raising  goes
harder    the gristle in me

whinges  I take the crutch
of the blue sky  the black

and white peewits waiting
at the boat ramp with the coffee

and I rise

5 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem

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  2. It's a stunner Kerri with a fabulous ending with the coffee at the end ... and I rise. So good!

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  3. whinge and grizzle
    growl and groan
    have a good old gripe

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