by Caroline Whalley
Cosy, snug, smug Still in bed, Rifling through memories, examining head, Jitters setting in Too hard to live through these again At a passive feast but with no eyes Change thoughts push them aside Get up. Get up NOW, don’t scrutinise.
Day 2, of ‘one a day’ poems. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.