Wrong Morning

Wrong

This is the half time between night and morning, a wasted land,

so climb over the wire, a foreign arm smuggled on to my body,

my real body gone,copper light everywhere in my bedroom

and a bird tape running, there are ghosts outside

banging bins and roaring - this a half-broken moment,

there are demanding voices ,the sky is locked down 

watching out of myself, the stained paint on the ceiling, 

pictures of people from the middle of the earth.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Oh wow...surreal form of thought...one of my favourite forms, I can see I am going to love your work lol
Everything about this is magical yet held on a pinnacle xoxo

[seaNobody]

this one is superb! Abstract enough that is breaks the readers focus to ask questions but it is not oblique or confusing. Is it a look into war?

[G!o]

Great imagery. Lovely

[Allen Smuckler]

what a way to greet the day...my first read of the day
and you know what, Leslie
it all made sense...
might like to know more....especially of the Bosch like pictures
but I'll use my imagination
morning Leslie
allen

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I like the way I only half grasp the imagery yet fully appreciate the substance of dedicated thoughts...mysterious.

[R J Askew]

I like 'baning bins and roaring'. Great stuff.

[Emily B]

powerful, poetry the height i would expect from you

[Rosalind Gale]

A poem chock full of words, voices and moods that one can enjoy, consider, and imagine. Very good poem Leslie.

Rosa -x-

[An owl on the moon]

This is a powerfully visual write... one that seems to dive deep into the psyche and spark those fragments of dreams that float in our minds as we awaken... half real and half imagined... Stunning.