I counted the minutes
backwards
ten, nine, eight…
the bell rang, releasing me
a week to relax
a week to rest
I am a caterpillar
seeking solitary confinement
in a cocoon that glimmers
where words speak louder
than any action in this,
the best of both worlds
Here, within walls that
obscure the outside world
I resist distraction
There, just outside
my safe haven, my renewal —
the light is just a bit softer
Seven, six, five…
days devoted to my own pursuits
Can you feel my wings flutter?
photo: Pixabay
prompts: Poetic Asides, #NaPoWriMo, WordPress Daily Prompt
Writing and Reflections 
I love how your countdown from the beginning, the seconds, picks up at the end, with days.
Because the seconds from the beginning, just before the bell rings, seem to last forever, or because the vacation days always seem to fly by? 😊
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Yes! Sad but true. We return to school on Monday. *sigh*
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I know too well how true it is.
That, to me, is the perfect exemple of relativity 😉
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Very nice! Like the idea of being cocooned!
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Thanks! Me too 😊
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you!
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