Bewitched

BEWITCHED

Hark! The alarm bell
Tells us it’s time to wake up
Yet we slumber on

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on June 19, 2014, in Poetry, Senryu, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 22 Comments.

  1. Love this! This is me pretty much every morning 😛

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  2. I must admit to updating the tag list too though. 😳

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  3. Some refuse to listen even though they hear.

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  4. Personally & globally…

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  5. Waking up has its risks, Ben Naga. In some way sleep is better. You don’t have to see the strange way people behave when a war is announced or how the sun is reflected off the water in a way that seems to change your perception of the world or how Superman becomes more than a comic book character in a man’s life. Still, that pesky alarm bell is ringing.

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  6. Slumbering not for long… (if I have anything to do with it).

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  7. I love all these acute observations of yours, Ben!

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  8. Perhaps I should have said ‘accurate’ ?

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  9. That is me these days. 😦

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