by Poet on the Piano   Jan 15, 2021

I wake up past noon,
limbs anchored to
the mattress.

I never take a moment
to wonder where I am -
I know this place too well.

The winter sun splashes
on chipped walls, yet I am
unable to catch its rays
long enough to thaw me out.

Suddenly, it's gray again;
the tree outside my window
buckles with grief.

You're just another day.

And that means
n o t h i n g.


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  • 3 weeks ago

    by nourayasmine

    Leaving the bed could be an exhausting job sometimes. Time flies and another day is gone. I hope you find peace once again.

  • 1 month ago

    by Emi

    Hello, the title leads much the the imagination because although it's about a specific day it makes me question whether or not this is a good or bad day or whether it's clearly titled friday bexiase you cannot leave the title blank, and I guess I'll find out.
    I love the use of the word 'anchored' in this opening stanza because it shows you've been there for sometime, which in my opinion, could possibly indicate a low mood/depression as when we are suffering from a low mood (well, me atleast) all we want to do is curl up in a ball, preferably, in the comfort of my own bed.
    And the second stanza makes me agree with my point in the low mood I pointed out in the first stanza because you're all too familiar with this place; I assume with that you mean your bed and though this could be well off the mark and have a completely different meaning, this is what I take from it.
    The imagery in this third stanza, is excellent and the use of the word 'thaw' again makes me feel as though this piece is about depression and how you feel cold toward others because you don't feel good about yourself and it really is a sad state of affairs really because I see those who suffer from depression are always the people who really are deserving of more in life. Also, the use of the phrase 'chipped walls' again, indicates not being able to take care of other things too.
    The next couple of stanzas/line flow really well and I like how you've put them all together but not together at all (if that makes sense) and they link terribly well to the first part of the poem too and it gives me the indication that this is a poem about a low mood and that though many people love Fridays when they come around as they're the start of the weekend, many of us don't because for us they're 'just another day' as each day rolls into the next and nothing much, unfortunately, changes for us. I absolutely love the line 'buckles with grief.'
    I would like to end this by saying I wish you all the best in life and if you ever need to chat about anything then my inbox is open as I've two good ears even if my eyes maybe failing me. Take care. Em xx

    • 1 month ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      This is spot-on. Thanks so much Em, really means a lot!

  • 1 month ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Some days are best to forget. This description/metaphor of a day where a mood for enjoyment has been drained is effective. I like the time elapsing stanzas and the format of the word 'nothing'. To me, by spreading this word, it spreads the meaning of nothing out to dilute it as far as you can.

    Nice work.

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