lethargic by noon
i spend the rest of the hours
trying to mask
the remains of my yesterday
eyes and words slow as porridge
body and mind heated like a winter’s cottage
light flurries strangely, fireflies
floating amidst my vision
i lay in bed and stare at the bare ceiling
i think, i try
i try…
“light flurries strangely, fireflies” is a great line. I liked this prompt and seeing how people interpreted the words (especially porridge) differently.
beautiful!
“eyes and words slow as porridge” Love this line! Really enjoyed it!
Oh, I’m in full agreement:
This is wonderful, so vivid.