Tagged: mornings
there are mornings when
there are mornings when
we can measure time by how
many gnats we have
killed – the downside of growing
herbs to meet our appetite
.
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it’s not a strict
it’s not a strict
formula – the time
between when the
youngsters are
asleep and the
teenagers are
awake – but we
milk that lull
for all its worth,
add a splash into
our morning
coffee, have
manhattan all
to ourselves
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: formula
monday morning, the
monday morning, the
tugboat of dawn refuses
to budge – the darkened
sky apologizes on
its behalf, sends wet missives
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: missives
it turns out that our
it turns out that our
arms cannot keep one
another’s dragons
at bay. the evenings
are the hardest, as we
climb into bed, carrying
this new weight. the
mornings are the hardest,
as we wake up most
vulnerable, bracing
for a bruising day.
the hours in between
are the hardest, as we
try out every combination
of love and resistance,
endeavoring not to harm
each other in every way
.
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when the heart breaks,
when the heart breaks,
the body, unbeknownst
to the host,
disconnects, one, two,
maybe several
organs at a time. it
is how on day seven,
the outer shell awakes
first and recognizes
pain along the circuitry,
the stomach reacts,
two-thirds liver-less,
the spinal cord lets
go a bouquet of
nerves, and the
tongue is speechless,
numb to the touch
.
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blanca, thank you for
blanca, thank you for
heart, skill, and passion,
all of which greeted
us each morning, making
those early moments
of being a stranger
not so daunting
.
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one in eight children
one in eight children
are traumatized by
that early morning
realization of missing
the school bus. it
still sneaks into
our slumber, the
mechanical stop-
sign arm, that air
brake sigh, the
unmistakable
national school
bus chrome,
shrinking in
the distance
.
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the things we remember
the things we remember
and the things we forget
are mischievous twins,
playing tricks on us
on mornings
when we are not
yet ready to get
dressed,
to greet the world
.
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some mornings arrive
some mornings arrive
with a language borrowed from
dreams – be careful to
decipher, translate, measure
both its potency and weight
.
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morning rain again –
morning rain again –
sleep disturbed,
dreams drenched,
time to wring out
the morning, hang
dry our memories
.
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