Daylight (poetry)





some days are clearer


you wake up &

jump off down

to the money machine

& find there is

enough money to buy

a new packet of



& you go back

home & open the

windows & the

sun glares into the room

& a breeze pushes itself

past the window frame & plays

with bits of loose paper

across the polished

wooden floor-boards


& you sit there

smoking & listening

to your favourite

R.E.M. album



how life can get

any better



Joanne Fisher



Written when I still smoked….


This was first published in Voiceprints 2



This poem first appeared on this blog in December 2017.



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©2019 Joanne Fisher


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