To Day; To Night

I slip on the

morning.

Sleep falls from my torso,

cast aside,

another laundering project.

The day fits well:

snug meeting,

loose lingering at

coffee’s break.  Later I take

issue with an unthreading of time:

a paucity of pauses exposes

my weak spot – mid day runs away with tasks,

a bit too tight – but at

night, I will loosen my tie,

and fall into the alluring arms

that strip me of busy as I search in drawer

for clothes of repose:

night’s shirt.

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5 thoughts on “To Day; To Night

  1. a beautiful poem; it’s lovely to read it aloud

  2. agjorgenson says:

    Thanks Matthew. I appreciate your encouragement!

  3. diannegray says:

    I read the poem and then read Matthew’s comment and then read the poem again out loud. He’s right – not only is it good to read – it ‘sounds’ beautiful 🙂

  4. agjorgenson says:

    Thanks for your kind words. If you haven’t found Matthew’s blog “somethinggrand” then I recommend it to you. His writing is truly a delight and I think you will find a certain kinship, since yours is as well!

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