no use
looking
at the clock
hours
drag by
morning
nowhere
in sight
no use
looking
at the clock
hours
drag by
morning
nowhere
in sight
poetry by Robert Ford
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I ditto that sigh.
Gah. Yeah. = January.
For me: Januaryi February, March, April, etc etc etc
I too have be insomniacical lately. Best to lean into it. Sink down
Not much choice but to fill the time with something.
Me. Every night.
Your words captured the feeling perfectly.
Every night for me, too.
I dread January 1st, life just drags nothing seems to encourage me, then April comes and blossoms and my favourite the Lilac Tree and all seems to come alive. You come up with the best words Leonard.
Thanks, Anna.
Reblogged this on Anna Cottage and commented:
How many of us feel this.
Thanks for reblogging this, Anna.