I pound the pillow, curse the clock and mock injunctions to rest.
The sun finally rises and its rays slantwise fall through the curtains as I dry my hair.
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The poem got better and better as it advanced, and I truly loved and enjoyed the final climax. Well done! Can you turn a poem into a song? If you can, I may try writing some lyrics for you.
A beautifully crafted poem of intense depth and character. A delight to read, thank you.
You describe so vividly. We are glad you survived the butterflies. I remember in school i had to stand in front of my peers to give a speech. It was nerve wracking. So i started off by saying " I am so nervous" and after i said that i relaxed. But the teacher who was grading us faulted me for saying that. I guess the more you do the more you relax. So you homework is to get your mom to stop everything and be the audience. No fighting please.
Loved your 'Poet's Notes' too.