A Pantoum By Jeremy Smallidge

in duality with “Restless Reflection”

In the morning’s embrace, I am awakened by a cluster of noise,

A cacophony orchestrated by a collection of alarms blares out.

Emerging from my makeshift bed, barely able to fit my size,

I find the room bathed in sunlight streaming through the main doorway.

A cacophony orchestrated by a collection of alarms blares out,

I sit up, disoriented and groggy, preparing myself for the day ahead.

I find the room bathed in sunlight streaming through the main doorway,

The new day is overflowing with potential.

I sit up, disoriented and groggy, preparing myself for the day ahead.

Yet, the cramped quarters make our preparations cumbersome.

The new day is overflowing with potential.

The cacophony of alarms gradually fades into the background.

Yet, the cramped quarters make our preparations cumbersome,

Amidst the rhythmic beats, guitar riffs punctuate the air.

The cacophony of alarms gradually fades into the background,

Replaced by the steady ticking of a metronome.

Amidst the rhythmic beats, guitar riffs punctuate the air,

Slowly, we begin to stir, each of us grappling with disarray.

Replaced by the steady ticking of a metronome,

Emerging from my makeshift bed, barely able to fit my size.

Slowly, we begin to stir, each of us grappling with disarray,

In the morning’s embrace, I am awakened by a cluster of noise.

Emerging from my makeshift bed, barely able to fit my size,

I find the room bathed in sunlight streaming through the main doorway.