Over the past few days I spent much time thinking over what has become todays poem. But I felt the need to ask. Have you ever awoken into a new day with a mind that felt empty and resembling a foggy morning? One that has you question plans that were set and still ask what plans?
Such were thoughts that had me asking was this my april fools? A strange pattern of thoughts that greeted my day and yet had me sitting to compose what has resulted in todays poem. A pattern of thoughts that appear ill fitting and maybe out of place. BUT this is the joy in poetry, creating something out of what appears to be a maze of mindless thoughts.
As always I do hope that you find some enjoyment in this little creation. OR a recreation of one morning on what was April Fools day. I like to think that on this one moment I found a little something out of nothing and yet also found a little artistic endeavour out of some mindless thoughts.

April Fools A Cold breeze brushed past with ease, But served to awaken me and seize. The slumber of a once still mind ends, Like a call to action for a moment amends. Hands trembling clinging to a hot coffee, Helps to waken and clear of a mind glossy. Like an abyss that served to warm from the chill, That greeted a new day without thrill. Fleeting desires dissipated as I sipped, Gazing out on what awaits the next script. Blinded for a moment by the sunlight, Frailty that emotions brings, begins the fight. Waiting on the day that greets I dared, Yet should one dare to question plans shared. Redesign the thought replay the deed, Like the core of an unwritten creed. Arise to stroll in the fresh morning air, I encourage this thoughtless mind to dare. Change the pattern clear the webs that bind, These are thoughts that were left behind. © Pat Fitzgerald 2022
Thank you for taking time to read this post. I hope that some were able to find a little something of which to take away from this. If you have a comment to make I welcome as I always do, BUT as always I remind folks to please be polite in doing so, because as is my belief that english language can so often bring to offend somewhere when a variety of cultures pass through.
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Thank you…
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This really made me think about how I start my day, the thoughts that accompany my morning coffee alone in the quiet house. I loved the line “clear the webs that bind”-it feels like it’s hinting at so much more.
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Bridgette you are correct that it hits at so much more than you see… So much bind our minds into what ties us down and often restricts us. Thank you.
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