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
4 thoughts on “to rest”
“light flurries strangely, fireflies” is a great line. I liked this prompt and seeing how people interpreted the words (especially porridge) differently.
“eyes and words slow as porridge” Love this line! Really enjoyed it!
Oh, I’m in full agreement:
This is wonderful, so vivid.