This Is My Poem | Natalie Bentley
This is my poem
not of love or loss
or all those common
tropes
but of Wednesday morning
birdsong
too much caffeine not
enough rest
uncertain promise
of what will come next.
This is my poem
not of love or loss
or all those common
tropes
but of Wednesday morning
birdsong
too much caffeine not
enough rest
uncertain promise
of what will come next.
You don’t know
whether to push
me
or pull me,
Which direction
to take me,
So we sit, spin,
Play a game of waiting.