A knot to untie the time
Tightened by weight
A sinking ship
Submits to fate
Empty bottle on the sill
A chemical reaction
Soothed into slumber
A sought-after satisfaction
A razor to the wrist
A red river runs
Across the dim-lit dusk
Of no more suns
An inch of water deep
To all the sorrows drowned
A cold ceramic bed
A final furlough found
Cold steel at the temple
One last prayer said
No more cookies to crumble
All the lemons put to bed
Submitted to Moonwashed Musings – hope for, Writer’s Workshop – sleep and Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Sleep. Inspired by Australian fanzine writer Clare Lemon’s quest to commit suicide which she openly wrote about and eventually achieved her wish.
Today I’m feeling:
Good after yesterday though still tired. Woke up well before my alarm, with aching shoulders but spent a few minutes preparing my mind to do exercise, which I then went and did and also whilst in my room did some guitar strumming exercises. Let’s kick off the day well!
Today I’m grateful for:
Mei and Hagan offering to get Amy home from the city after I left them in a bar there to come home and finish up some work and write.
Predictably, Amy didn’t want to leave when they did as she wanted to go off dancing at Whiteline. They called me to make sure I was ok with it and once I found out that Amy would probably go back to her Mum’s place, then that’s fine. I wouldn’t anticipate her having any problem getting home to me but Mum’s is much closer.
The best thing about today was:
Hanging out with Mei and Hagan, chatting and catching up since we last met in October in Sydney. We decided that instead of getting pizza at Singha Park we would try a Persian restaurant about ten minutes away and I’m glad we did.
The restaurant is just run by one guy so things were slow but as there was only us and one other table we all relaxed into the food and the afternoon. After a while, we got talking to the guy, Woody, and learned all about his life and travels, and him only being 29 years old. It was an interesting and pleasant few hours there.
Something I learned today?
After discussing China with another WordPress poet I worked out that the 37,000 Chinese that entered the USA across the Mexican border is 0.002% of the Chinese population.
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