after thomas d




the early hours

 

 

the early hours are my time

the world outside my window is quiet

 

marketa is asleep   sleep of the innocent

i have my tea and my thoughts 

 

some of which i share

the clock is metaphorically ticking

 

though electronically silent

i have things which must be done

 

were i to put them off

the entire day would be askew

 

i would sidle through my tasks crabwise

i prefer my approach to be doris day 

 

shoulders squared   eyes narrowed   jaw set

motion linear   ready   set   go!   

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2020-05-07 at 13:51

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done. You nailed Doris Day.
2020-05-07



Bravo! I love the sidling crab and Doris Day in the same stanza! An engaging portrait of the early hours.
2020-05-07