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Click hereThought comes slowly,
dragging day behind
whilst I lie sluggish,
unwilling to wake,
unable to sleep,
I lost a dream,
upset, upset,
like a crate of milk.
....the simplicity of you work. You are able to create much with few words, not just in this poem but much of your work.
Tess.
P.S - I came upon your work through an unusual route - as you know. :-) I'm very glad I did.
here it adds to the broken, disjointed sense of a mind where tattered dream-remnants are not yet blown away but the firm ground of conscious thought is not yet underfoot.
it also speaks metaphorically to me, of a sadness, like the remembering a lost relationship.