Oh Sluggishly

Oh Sluggishly

 

Oh sluggishly

Do I go about

My writing on

This very day

My off of one

Where all the hours

Are mine to me

 

And mayhap indeed

That is the cause

Or a one

As too much time

Is nay not good

 

Or is it the hours slept

Not quite enough

As fatigue yet dogs my heels

 

Or the weight

Of my dreams

So far from being real

That almost are they

Yet barely dreamed

 

But then I am

Underway

Midst my flight

And I feel the flow

And my wings

Lift me high

And the sluggishness

Is gone again

 

Oh sluggishly

Somewhat so perhaps

But I persevere

And look on back

With a smile

And grin at the done

Pleased with what

I've written here

 

Charles Petrie

 

Hmmm...Yes, a rather good Bacon, Lettuce And Tomato Sandwich, toasted with Miracle Whip..hmm, love the whip, even though I am eating my tomato sandwiches with mustard these days.

Grapes and cookies to follow. Washing it down with...milk.

Agree? Disagree? Feel free to offer up your own suggestion as to what this poem is the equivalent of, if reading was eating.

Tomorrow.