still I must get up
shower, dress and clean my teeth
when working from home
still I must get up
shower, dress and clean my teeth
when working from home
wet tyres squishing past
the dim light of a dark day
the warmth of this bed
from above my head
the uhhm of meditation
the creaking of floors
such pretty colours
in the morning sky fading
already to grey
a lone bird singing
in the dark so joyously
before the day breaks
cathartic moments
packing the decorations
a time for fresh thought
changing weather
a mood prickling beneath skin
this uncertainty
opening borders
folly of competition
the cost of living
orange and grey bands
the sky in striped pyjamas
still horizontal
I dream so I write ..
New Ideas, New Forms
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Ellen Grace Olinger