• Martin Wardley

This morning

This morning I awoke and smelt the coffee

I saw the sun and once more smelt the rain

This morning I found promise in my breakfast

I smiled with love and dropped the hand of pain

This morning I could walk a little clearer

The mist was lifting high above the stacks

This morning feels like eons in the making

This transformed fiction painting over facts

This morning started fresh and started early

Like nothing I have ever felt before

This morning consigned memories to the scrap heap

To shred, to bin, to burn & not to store

This morning I awoke and smelt the coffee

A lazy sun plays giddy with the moon

This morning time is paused, and time is silenced

Time to kiss my fate and lick my wounds

18th May 2022

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