This poem provides a very vivid and memorable description of a person endeavouring to wake up after sleeping badly and finding it difficult to dissolve what seems like a thick fog of thoughts. But somehow the new day - the new march morning - with its call to life again, begins to win out, despite the many things that may have caused that 'dull throbbing' in the poet's brain.
"I watch the sky some more. I let the still fog of my thoughts
settle and scatter across distant lowlands. Somehow, someway,
This poem provides a very vivid and memorable description of a person endeavouring to wake up after sleeping badly and finding it difficult to dissolve what seems like a thick fog of thoughts. But somehow the new day - the new march morning - with its call to life again, begins to win out, despite the many things that may have caused that 'dull throbbing' in the poet's brain.
"I watch the sky some more. I let the still fog of my thoughts
settle and scatter across distant lowlands. Somehow, someway,
the day begins."
It's so encouraging to receive such detailed comments! Thank you Martin.
I prise apart the shell of the morning- great line! Good description of a slow waking.
Thank you Karen <3
The sky provides clouds of imagination and mysterious mythological creatures that with tea raise your spirits to greet the day.
Thanks for reading, Richard!
Beautiful! The sky has been spectacular the past few days
It really has!!
Wonderful, Anagha!!
Thank you, Leon! For reading, and taking the time to share a comment :)