Fix On

In the wee of the morning
allowed to just reflect

'tis yesterday's 'morrow
I don't know what to expect.

I can actually hear the lamp bulb
can truly feel my thoughts;
whichever limb I fix on.

Under yesterday's shadow
a weary attitude,

I literally played my harp, out
not a lot to conclude.

So I stretched out with my mind
reached past of what I know
beyond the limits that I fix on.

The 'morrow is nigh
I reached out, yesterday;

owning these moments with you
I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sometimes we share a crazy moment
where we're two different places at once;
we got to be as wide as we fixed on.......awareness.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates

I enjoyed your poem. The pacing is good. I liked the concept.

So I stretched out with my mind
reached past of what I know
beyond the limits that I fix on.

The 'morrow is nigh
I reached out, yesterday;

always, Cat

...I actually wrote this about the close relationship my Mother and I share. Thanx for the encouragement, Cat.
sincerely,
doc.