I lay my head back
Cupped behind my hands
My eyes fixed
My mind wanders
And the day slides
Into being
A distant dog barks
Its demand for attention
And light fills the room
The mist pushed back
The sun proclaims its presence
And I lie in perfect repose
At peace with self
With the world
For just five minutes
Before it starts again
Well-chosen subject, and very sympathetically developed. Do you, by any chance, mean 'cupped into your hands'? I haven't quite figured out that one line.
I love the moment in time you have captured Martin seeming to stretch with the arms into a sort of infinity. There is a meditation involved which can produce for me some poetry (wow that rhymed).
Ray
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Martin Elder
Thu 25th Feb 2016 18:23
Thanks for you comments guys. This was one of those rare moments when I woke up recently and put pen to paper so to speak almost immediately and then posted it the same day. Which is probably why the line should read 'cupped into my hands' as Cynthia has rightly pointed. I do normally spend more time over my poems. Honest guv!