Daily battle

A Poem by Michael

Woke up and thought about gravity, dark mornings and getting out of bed.

Gravity challenges, I accept

As sunlight starts to peep

There is no person more adept

Begone these blessed sheep

I gird my loins and ready my bones

Unwind from a coiled heap

Mustered muscles, intellect honed

I have a date to keep

Roll left then right, I begin the fight

Freedom does not come cheap

My will is sapped by restless night

Grave doubts then start to creep

Now it’s over, done, I can’t go on

Gravity spoils may reap

I'll stay at home and rest my dome

And fall back into sleep.

© 2022 Michael

Author's Note

Enjoy, comment as you like - constructive of course.

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andrew mitchell

Sometimes the daily grind is like Groundhog Day, the staleness makes one less motivated. Nice read Michael.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Gee

I'm of the wake up get up type, especially as I have 20 kilos of working cocker leaping on my head as soon as I stir :)
Enjoyed your words

Posted 2 Years Ago

Relic

I love sleep and I find getting up in the morning tough. The warmth of the covers; being coiled up tends to overcome my body. ha But that's just the morning. At nght, I've been finding it hard to go to sleep. Seeing the hours go by is common lately. I think it's time for a change of sleep patterns.

A well done poem here, Michael. :)

Posted 2 Years Ago

Lisasview

Well, well, well my dear Michael...a marvellous poem to read this evening..I must say.
I have been lax in my writing and even my reading of late as I am so busy with my various art events here in Spain...
So glad to come across this interesting rhyming piece of yours.
Really enjoyed the read.
All my very best,
Lisa, still in Spain