Bad awakening

Awoke by the chattering
Of the wife, Cutting through
my sleep. Like a well buttered knife.
Oh the joy that comes my way,
Being awoken this way. On a cold
wintery day. My eyes sting,
As my tinnitus starts to sing.
To much light outside, It's this
macular thing. Chest is feeling
tight, I'd go for a walk to knock
This feeling off. If only I could,
Quell this non forgiving cough.
Don't think I'd enjoy this leg pain
Going for a walk in the open rain.
Left knee is giving me gip,
My reality has given me the slip.
As all my thoughts leave my brain,
The sun comes out, Stopping the rain.
My tongue twisted as I started to talk,
Maybe it's not a bad day after all,
Think I'll go for that walk.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-11 at 12:52

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Sameen
I love the subdued but inescapable optimism in your poems first of all
2023-12-18


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo for your ultimately sunny outlook.

I felt every twinge, gip, and *sing* as I sit here in the pre-dawn trying to get my body to behave, and the ringing to be a little more harmonious.

Good morning, another day, another opportunity (for what?),
jim
2023-12-11