Indulgence

And the morning wears her wings
While I hitch and haw my way through things
Still wearing last Thursday like a wet towel
Or a tightly trussed monastic cowl,
Cloistering me here with my weathered vows
While the wind beguiles with her wanton wiles,
And I spill coffee on my day, and file my files,
A high heel knifed through whys and hows.

Reviews

[AYVID N]

It often happens that we find a day meaningless and feel like time is just flying past without anything worthwhile happening. True more so in today's swift and empty world. Perhaps, finding a meaningful project or purpose in everyday lufe could be a key to it. I find a lot of myself in your words.

[Eilis]

I like how your title opens a door into something outside the poem, of a sort. It asks the reader to examine what the indulgence is. The sense of mis-placement in the poem makes me feel it refers to a thought or emotion that allows one to keep going amidst the gruel of it all.

The sense of not being able to catch up with oneself and feeling perpetually trapped by the phantom of living came over strongly for me. There is the speed and grace of the world in its movements and the speaker’s sense of being out of sync with that.

It is a powerful dynamic that is felt in the words. I enjoy your poetry.

[Joli Dy]

Thank you so much for sharing this. You are deeply thoughtful.

[carl]

great rhyme patterns and use of alliteration - enjoyed this - carl

[Joli Dy]

Thank you. You're a peach!