Every Morning Is A Lancet Poem by Marie Chantale Tremblay
Every Morning Is A Lancet
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Every morning is a lancet
But I never greet the rising sun with new skin.
Its rays stab through the calluses;
Waking up does not cicatrize well.
Five o'clock in the morning rings of sandpaper
On eardrums tired of bleeding.
I rip myself off my bed as fast as I can
As if I removed a bandage
Yanking, to make the pain more brief.
Sunday, October 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I do not appreciate waking up with an alarm clock and bright lights.
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5/1/2024 8:41:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Write comment. Such a nice idea and a lovely poem, Marie. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks