Try Reading When Dulled

Try Reading When Dulled

Try reading when dulled

When, on that edge of tiredness,

The words are a blur

And whirr

Round and round on the retina.

They are there

The words

And stare and stare as you might

First sight doesn’t connect

With the dismal, dim, dull depths

Of grey matter

What did I just read?

Oh, reading, but I was

Watching daydreams drift by

Was I?

Reading

Daydreaming

Drifting in a daze

The words a haze

Synapse delays

Close the eyes.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 24 January 2019

 

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Moving Among Mixed Metaphors

Moving Among Mixed Metaphors

 

He sauntered in like

An unmade bed,

All bent and

Bedraggled about the shoulders and

Neck leaned over.

His days

All yellowed and dog-eared

Like a long loved –

Or unloved –

Book,

Spent,

And rent

In its spine

From the strain

Of bearing the pain.

His musing,

Among the mixed metaphors,

A metaphor itself,

Of days dotted

With random unconnected

Debris.

The remaining pages,

expectant

with the longing

to be

free.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 25 October 2017.

 

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Fatigue

Fatigue

Fatigue
had set in.
The man
drooped heavily
in the chair.
Lank limbs
fell into furrows
of cushioning.
A
deep
deep
tiredness
sank into his spirit
and
the weight
of his body
echoed
the weight upon
his heart and mind.
Fog filled his brain.
It was
as if all thought
had gone into slow motion.
A listless anxiety settled in.
He was concerned
that he felt so poorly.
Yet
he lacked
the strength of any kind
to correct it.
Hung
he did
on the day
and hoping
against all hopes
that a blessed sleep
would rest
upon him this night.

Simon C.J. Falk 18 March 2014