what do i know
this moment rising
from a dream still swimming
behind eyelids
i keep closed
awareness weaves itself
the shuttle/my breath
pulse stretching throat
to speech
this my sunrise
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
Pulse stretching throat…love it. Lovely poem.
Thank you Anna!
Mmmmm. I know mornings like this. I think this was today… yes, definitely today. Very well written!
Thank you, Julie!
Is a crazy time, sometimes spent chasing a dream I cannot catch.
yes, it is. so fleeting these minutes.
Fortunately I tend to forget most of my nightly battles 🙂
🙂 I usually just remember the ones that happen close to waking up.
That’s the dream phase, they say. 🙂
This one is so real … happens with me a lot !!!
Me too! Thanks for commenting.
Nice! Me likey!
Thanks, Noel!
lovely sunrise
🙂 thanks!