Morning muse...
Fragmented echoes
from times - once so ripe
then brimming with future -
now fracture my sight...
The mirror now muses
and creases my view
with misty dull smiling -
shadowed in blue...
Sunshine - through the window
reflects on my lens
blinding my clearness -
stealing my sense...
This morning - in musing
is finished so fast
with pictures and whispers
that crowd from the past...
Joy Weare,
12th May, 2010.
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