So here is my first offering to the wolves. Just hope this poem is deemed good enough to be in this section.
Dedicated to all those stuck in an office early on a Monday morning...
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original:
Muzzy head, wedged fluffy,
fuzzy, eyelids heavy.
Need matchsticks and coffee.
Through eyelash blur
these tired pupils, dull flickering blind,
hide behind stifled yawns.
Slowly formed,
by boredom.
Drift of gaze, through hazy squints unfocused,
jellied thoughts congeal,
feel distant, white-washed, vague.
A world away,
a day dream.
I’m up it seems, but still in bed,
this muzzy head, wedged fluffy
with eyelids heavy.
Need matchsticks and coffee.
first redraft:
Muzzy head, wedged fluffy,
fuzzy, eyelids heavy.
Instant coffee
halitosis.
Drift of gaze through hazy squints unfocused,
jellied thoughts congeal.
reveal the vista of gamma squares
with key-clatter reminder.
Tepid pupils stoic hide
behind the dull flickering blind
of eyelash blur,
to stir the hand-cupped stifled yawns,
that slowly grow
to excelled forms.
Feel distant, white-washed, vague.
The morning norm.
Any thoughts/critiques appreciated. I have a few ideas myself as to how I might edit it for a second draft, but thought I'd sound it out first.
TDF