J.R. Holmes

Waking Up In The Morning - Poem by J.R. Holmes

The piercing ringer stabbed the heart of my rest
As he dragged me from the calm sea of dreams
Onto the rough sands of consciousness.

Little the motherly bed cradling me could do
In a pulling struggle with the ruthless ringer.
I clawed onto the rosy pillow instinctively as the duel grew.

Inevitably, he snatched me from her with shrilling power
And dictated my drunken mind to hustle the scattering feet
Towards the drenching waters of the weeping shower.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Happens to me every day.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012

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