day’s end

Broken frames tilt
in staccato steps across the wall
corners separated,
paint chipped and fading
Hanging by wire and finishing nails

landscapes not been seen in decades
I watch them leading across the room
silent parade
to the gold dipped window glass
witness the end of another day.

river stones on the window sill
are a reminder of strength I never had
but wished for
drawn in white quartz lines running around
the edge of granite smoothed by water’s constant breath

I turn the switch of the milk glass lamp
let the soft light fall over me
my feet hang off the edge
toes barely touching hardwood
one push back and I fall

night steals long shadows
dresses them to dance
in corners and stairwells
while I wrestle with the day
still living in my head

sleep comes to curl up beside me
a dent on the pillow
while I stare at the ceiling
willing the space between
one breath and the next
to bring more than it does

~

la fraser
September 2017

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One Reply to “day’s end”

  1. while I wrestle with the day
    still living in my headsleep comes to curl up beside me
    a dent on the pillow
    while I stare at the ceiling
    willing the space between
    one breath and the next…

    I like your use of words in these stanzas……in fact, I was toying with these words….silence, sit you beside me……to put on paper ( still not done as I am faced with home chores/other needs ).

    Like

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