coffee enough to last
an hour, creep back
through dream-fog
to that sky-narrow stair
(and sigh)
walk awkwardly through
other lives all knowing
(an hour’s purpose)
wake the sleeping
lions set to whine or roar
or yawp
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Reblogged this on Grand Dreams.
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Thanks very much for the visit and the reblog!
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“creep back through dream-fog to that sky-narrow stair..” So vivid, Jennifer! Love it.
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Thank you! I was fresh from a vivid dream. 🙂
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I really like your word choices and the imagery, that the chosen words, invoke.
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Thanks! Do you ever write something, thinking you mean one thing, and then re-read and decide it means something else altogether? 😀
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All the time. Sometimes it is a pleasant surprise and other times I have to begin again. Either way, it’s usually a good thing.
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Sounds like a struggle of a morning! Love the echoing in “walk awkwardly,” the promise of peace in the sky-narrow stair and the image waking the lions brings to mind.
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Ha, the struggle was real. I decided my days are too scattered to do any writing, so I’m trying an early-morning routine, while the house is dark and quiet.
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Sounds like a good plan! My husband is always up earlier so that never works for me but it always seems so perfect – quiet, different light, coffee 🙂
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‘sky-narrow stairs’—lovely! Must have been a Monday morning.
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I have trouble remembering what day it is–but it was definitely an early morning! Thanks for the reblog! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
We all recognize that ‘oh no, it’s morning’ feeling.
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And would the sleeping lions perhaps be your offspring? My mom used to wake early so she could have a quiet cup of coffee before we all woke up. My brother would hear her, get out of bed and then read the sports page out loud to her — no escape ever!
On the serious side, this poem elicits that early morning quiet very well, and the almost lack of reality when you get the house to yourself (it is disorienting, no?).
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Truth–I thought I was writing about writing, but when I read it, I thought, oh, it’s the kids! So maybe both?
I need to get used to the hours, but it is a nice feeling to have that dark quiet to myself.
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Oh, so funny! I do like your intention better – love the notion of your ideas being so boisterous!
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