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indecision morning

April 21, 2019


i woke with spindly arms tethered to the 
sheets, a flaky sun staring through
a white and gaping sill, dry lips parting, hot breath
whisking into freezing air, tears climbing down
snow-colored cheeks.  spring was cruel around me,
husking my fingers to wire-colored bones, seizing
the air playfully from my chest; and i crouched into
the blankets, the hearth that rained upon
me, embers dusting my hair, flames peaking through
the cotton of my collar.  it was a morning of indecision:
april recalling december, springtime with nostalgia
still decorating the plastic windows in lacy, clear
patterns.  i fell asleep to the biting hearth.


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  • luluwrites111

    I love this because it is a perfect way to describe this type of morning! It drew me in

    3 months ago
  • AbigailSauble

    I like your unique descriptions.

    5 months ago
  • rainandsonder

    gorgeous! for some reason i really like the phrase "april recalling december." where i live there are only two seasons: gray and slightly chilly, and sunny and slightly warm, and we're currently in the latter, so i can't exactly relate, but the details are so vivid that i feel as though i were there.

    5 months ago
  • r|A|i|N

    thank you for your comment! yeah, i see what you mean. it’s more like the shell of a poem, but i didn’t really write it to mean much—it’s just a reflection on waking up one morning. more like a writing exercise than anything else. again, thank you! i love to receive constructive feedback and i will definitely consider your suggestions.

    5 months ago
  • Oscar_Locke

    This poem is a good start. You've got an excellent atmosphere, and the words often flow beautifully -- "cotton of my collar", "whisking into freezing air" -- but it's also missing something.

    **What does the poem mean?** Is it about the narrator deciding to change their life? A reflection on the liminal space of mornings?

    It's certainly good, but I feel with some work you can make this poem great.

    5 months ago