Transitioning

Morning finds me

Absent minded

Waking, walking, talking

With you

Till my illusions

Slip, crack and shatter 

On the icy surface of a mirror

I’m alone

Teary eyed

I plunge headlong into the

Cold pool of reason

To drown and drain

These crazy dreams

Swallowing drops of

Warm melancholy

To lessen the sting of 

Transitioning

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

well done .. the tension builds .. and my awareness of this "transition" becomes clearer as i read .. super emotive .. i connected with your speaker right away .. and the scenes .. as they pass from waking up to perhaps the bathroom mirror .. as the fog of dreams lifts is very cool .. nice job .. wouldn't change a thing .. breaks me ol' heart in empathy for him .. and in my own remembrances .. nice job!!
E.

[Laz K.]

Thank you for the truly insightful comment!

[Laz K.]

Oh btw, yes, it is indeed a bathroom mirror. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

:) .....................

[duff]

So many times the mirror shows us truth whether prepared or not. I like how this makes you dive deep. Great imagery.

[Laz K.]

Thanks! Greatly appreciated!

[X]

Raw and real--a powerful poem!

[Laz K.]

Thanks for the comment!