Sunday, August 4, 2024

Blinking




Every new day-

recovered mind,

rested eyes,


pocket moments

pulled out-

placed under the tongue.


Bitter-sweet

and so savory-

a memory can be...


Distant clouds 

of dreams, residues

shade daylight hues.


But atmosphere

absorbed after

sublimation and slumber


is re-minding 

Oneself

of one's self.


At least as far

as reflections like these

appear to Be. 


Painting by James McNeill Whistler - 'Resting in Bed', c.1883-1884, via Wikimedia Commons in Public Domain. 

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