Somewhere
I shake and listen to the soothing silence
Stretch an arm enough to awake the morning companion
Its screen brightly lights up in the dimly lit space
Relief.
A few more moments to spare and snuggle in the warm sheets
The delicate blinds then constantly pull up and down but soon shut
I rest my cheek on the cold pillow and see nothing but darkness
Loud sudden buzzes shock my eardrums
I sway my arms in frustration across to ignore the disturbance
But the foreign noise keeps ringing like an unanswered telephone
I become a blind detective as I randomly kick about my limbs
Employed with only partial vision and an unmotivated attitude.
An unusual firm object is trapped between my fingers
I drag it out.
Its thin body slips in my loose grip
It lands on the airy cushion of the thick patched quilt
Swipes and short clicks are its language
Going online to stay connected with familiar strangers
Only to be accepted in a highly questioned society
Spending hours rubbing my eyes and moving my wrist in different directions
I give a goodbye to the pocket friend and enter reality
Firmly place my two feet on the white furry rug
Then hop off to the hard varnished wood from the soft cloud
I continue the journey to the next room
A quiet orchestra of water drops leaking from the shiny tap
Playing a pitter-patter rendition of Beethoven’s Fur Elise
I give a long stare at my pale complexion in the fogged mirror
I slowly open my eyes wide
Then slowly open my mind wide
I turn the handle and a refreshing rush of water flushes down
Rubbing my dry palms to loose unwanted friction
Whilst the journey to here has ended
I prepare to face the outside world bombarded with conflict and good
With the temporary company of my pocket friend and ‘real’ friends
Starting my day on the same routine with the same mindset
Yet longing change and longing to seek adventure somewhere
The objective of this poem is to evoke the sensations of when I wake up, such as using tactile, auditory and visual imagery. Aside this, I described my neglectful attitude towards having such a routine everyday and having to prepare myself for my daily activities at an early time. The mood of the poem doesn't at an extreme of joy or sadness so that the reader can sense that it is just a norm of what happens in the day. Further more, I've written it using very descriptive words to allow the reader to be immersed in this environment but have structured the poem as if I was listing a series of steps, like what i do next and what action I take. It includes things such as my body movements or observations unique in the morning. I mention my phone as a morning companion and pocket friend to express the gadget as something familiar which becomes my distraction from the troubles of reality as a metaphor. This further pushes on my unwillingness to do the ordinary. Ultimately, in the last stanza I confess the need to do and go somewhere new after completing the 'routine' .