Eight of Cups
April 27, 2018
Startled awake
by
shattering glass
and big ben alarm clocks
getting my bearings
in the snapchat
bedroom
my feet
bare
and
cracked
land
on a cold dusty floor
littered
with
instagram filters
and
gimcrack beliefs
Was
I was sleeping
through
life
?
This corpulent duffle
of daydream
drags
me
down
deep
Alkmaar
grooved
on
my shoulders
I long
like
Atlas
to shrug
it
off
I slide the straps back
and let it fall
to yesterday's
floor
Freed from that peaty wasteland
I
find
my
path
NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 - Day 27
Based on the prompt to write a poem inspired by a random tarot card
Based on the prompt to write a poem inspired by a random tarot card
EIGHT OF CUPS
Deeper Meaning
Moving On
Weariness
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"...floor littered with instagram filters and gimcrack beliefs", fantastic!
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