6.10am
sleep stares back
from the ceiling.
crusted lids cemented
like the day-old weetabix
in your unwashed bowl.
I watch the resurfacing of your breath,
the decay of your dreams
in the crinkle of your eyes,
amazed to find
you survived the night.
Published by Indigo Rising US: Issue 23
Vicki Bartram 
November 2nd, 2012 at 12:22 pm
Really enjoyed that Vicki. A nice sparse feeling, and the last line is a real kicker. Keep up the good work.
November 2nd, 2012 at 12:26 pm
Thank you Steve. I remember it well. My first poem sent out there and my first acceptance. I was shocked and elated to say the least 🙂
November 2nd, 2012 at 12:23 pm
Typical good morning view, paints mental pictures. Thanks
November 2nd, 2012 at 12:27 pm
Thank you John. Glad you enjoyed. I will be posting more of my published work in the next few weeks. Hope you pop back to have a look.
Vicki