by Caroline Whalley

Every day I wake differently, 
Emergent thoughts, piece by piece, 
Spear as shards into existent space.
I check trunk, limbs, digits, for warmth and well being 
Stroke belly and ribs to test depth of feeling,
Determine that thoughts, ruminating;
Agree with my waking?

Day 1, of what will be a ‘one a day’ poem. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series written throughout the month of April 2021. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.

day1 napowrimo

1 Comment

  • Jenny Mellor Posted 1 April 2021 3:39 pm

    Brilliant, I concur xxx

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