Jan 10, 2017 Free Verse, Original Poetry, Uncategorized

Wake, Awake
©January 10th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram

When the day narrows to a point,
And blue-white night expands,
I bob, laughingly in the wake
Of all I intended to do,
Holding tightly on to the
Silken, translucent thread
That keeps me above water,
The thread spooling before me,
While I, skidding lightly
Behind it, grow giddy with
Uncertain, heady anticipation
Of all that I plan to do
First thing
Tomorrow.

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Tags: #Being Awake, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #Procrastination, #Wake