Friday, May 26, 2017

Kerri shying R # 248 - Rise


waken in the warm
scent of yesterday’s tea

holding to the curtains
woven in the winter mornings

where the raising  goes
harder    the gristle in me

whinges  I take the crutch
of the blue sky  the black

and white peewits waiting
at the boat ramp with the coffee

and I rise


  1. It's a stunner Kerri with a fabulous ending with the coffee at the end ... and I rise. So good!

  2. whinge and grizzle
    growl and groan
    have a good old gripe


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