David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

Tired - Poem by David Taylor

a tired morn, a worn tyre
travelled far (had gazed on stars)
ate lunch but did not see
what was really eating me; and

thought about, and then thought best
to go lie down (best way to rest?)
thoughts circled, bluebottle droned
didn't bother to answer phone;

sat in garden, flowers glowed
they knew it seemed (but what knowed?)
parakeets ate from cherry tree
another perched looks on (not me?): and

picked up a book which tried to speak
I read the words (as if in sleep)
they said I am awake
but as I dream I wait my fate; and

as a dawn of subtle light
as if those stars (those ones last night)
shone upon my dismal state
I knew it never is too late;

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 25, 2008

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