As I Wake Up
As I Wake Up
Again the light shines on the wall,
flickering, a glowing combination
of the sun, partially blocked
by the slats of the blinds,
a small gap in the curtains, and the trees
contributing their swaying motion,
each morning slightly different
in shape, in intensity, the movement
of day following day, following night,
unconquered by all we have put in its way.
9 thoughts on "As I Wake Up"
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I like the attention to small details, little changes from day to day. It reminds me of Smoke by Paul Auster, the scene where a cameraman shoots the same location at the same time every day. Someone says “They’re all the same,” and he explains how they’re not, how there are little shifts of light, little changes in who is at that location from day to day, changes in the weather, etc.
“Day-way” — a skillful internal rhyme to add some extra oompf at the end.
Thank you.
I love the last line and the way the poem leads us there. Very rhythmic! Thanks.
Thank you.
I really like how this captures the almost hypnotic half-dream state, right as you wake up.
Eerie – the overwhelming power of passing time captured in a few details.
Beautiful lines. I especially love this one:
“of day following day, following night,”
Each morning the same and different, too.
I like this very much and how it starts out “again..,” it is something I never really thought about—our view first thing in the morning, every morning