Those suppressed sounds, reverberate on snooze, buttons pressed to let them sleep
dreams clutched tight stalk, awake-ephemeral, moments of moldable clay
capacity, drives borrowed consciousness, alarms ring in twilight zones
the day I know, why I stepped out of bed, darkened suns will fly aglow
a song will play, parting silent lips now, bells will welcome a new day
let alarms scream; purpose will silence, excitement of open eyes
each step will run, marathons in miles, overcome minefields with light
the sound afloat, on far horizons, reminds me of missed alarms
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I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone some mornings.😅
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I am somewhere there today. My dog’s not well.
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I am sorry to hear that. Something that will get better?
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He is better after an infusion by the vet. Thanks for asking!
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Reena, I love how the bells/alarms all give a sense of movement through sound. This was fabulous!
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Thank you so much!
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Great poem, Reena!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you so much!
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Well done, Reena. Excellent poem.
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Thank you, Gwen!
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Reena. How well done. Great poem.
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Thank you so much, Selma!
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awesome poetry Reena! 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Yes! Excellent take, Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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Oh so well done Reena
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Thank you so much!
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Most welcome 🤗
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Reena, your sekar ageng resonates with such quiet power. Each line pulses with the rhythm of suppressed sounds!
~David
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Thank you so much, David!
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