He Chooses His Battles
And forgets the rest
The air breathes in the colour of the merging dawn,
As he lays asleep dreaming of his future hopes,
Sprawled across the bed in his peaceful slumber,
Daylight sliding across his face in an effort to awaken, it gently coax.
**
Shoulders shiver in the coolness of the breeze from the window,
His golden brown eyes look out into the world he sees,
A smile graces his handsome face, happy to see a new day,
It’s going to be a good day, or so he believes.
**
It the distance a phone breaks the silence, destroying his peace,
And he frustratingly stumbles from his warm bed,
Grabbing the noise maker he barks a hello,
Expecting to hear a voice apologising, but hears heartbroken sobs instead.
**
He waits patiently until silence falls once more,
His soothing voice asks the necessary questions to ward off confusion,
And he listens to a timid response from the other person,
Explaining the reason behind the rude intrusion.
**
He resolves the conflict and says his goodbyes,
But now he’s fully awake and reluctantly decides to start his day,
Showering to put the last memories of sleep to bed,
Mindful of the opportunities he has to play.
**
He plans to hunt, to foray in the nearby forest,
Hunter gathering in the way of his past clan,
Meat for the barbecue, herbs for the salad,
Well that’s the idea anyway, his master plan.
**
He leaves the house with rifle in hand,
Jumps into his truck for the trek west,
A day hanging out with Mother Nature,
His idea of how to spend his day at best.
**
As he wanders the animal trails, stalking his next meal,
His mind wanders to the start of this morning,
Not the best way to be rudely awoken,
But he’s happy to realise it was not a forewarning.
**
The day pans out exactly as he previously wished,
He enjoys an epic feast just as the sun is setting,
Relaxing with his feet up gazing out upon the world, contemplating,
Remembering the day with pleasure, all but that phone call, which he’s deliberately forgetting.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (3)
Id-dialed-ill-ic vs. idyllic.
But who was that on the phone sobbing and why does he wanna forget that?
Superbly written!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕