The SunIts high noon. Sun blazing. You awake in a field and birds are pecking your skin…

an erratic metronome drones as thoughts are streaming

the rocks pierce my back while overhead the blue drifts by

 Caw! Peck! Caw! I ran when I should have stood!

 my arm across my face shields the sun from my tired eyes

but does nothing to lessen the days burning heat

 Peck! Caw! Peck! I kept silent when I should have spoke!

 sweat rolls over my temples and mats my hair

my lips are dry my tongue swollen and still

 Caw! Peck! Caw!

I cry out in silence for relief, from memories and my own failing!

Peck! Caw! Peck!

 my hand slaps the ringing alarm clock next to the bed

suns streams through the shades the heat already stifling

 Caw! Peck! Caw! I breathe deep and summon my courage!

 shaking away the remnants of the dream I rise slowly

scared another day with my fears and doubts to face

 Peck! Caw! Peck!

  Mark Schutter ©2013

This poem was written for Free Write Friday from the prompt  at the top of the page.  Free Writing is using what is called stream of consciousness writing, no editing, no proofing just writing! Please check out Kellie Elmore’s official site or click on the Free Write Friday Image for more information. Post your submission with a comment and link to your blog on Kellie’s blog, post on twitter with the hashtag #FWF, Facebook and join the fun!

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  1. You got skills, Mark! Someone else incorporated the sounds into their piece as well and that was so refreshing. We often forget that aspect when we are weaving our imagery. It makes such a difference when all the senses are tickled. This is wonderful. Thank you.

  2. The rolling of the sounds gathers one up while reading. The impact of each moment, realisation, thought and happening. So alive in the way the poem breathes.

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