I meant to work, spill beauty
profounder than these coffee rings—but Monday
the sun still yawning through fog
all groggy, rough with birdsong
unsung, today’s blooming
yet undone and oh
Monday
Day 11, Poetic Asides prompt is a defensive poem.
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Graceful Press Poetry 
Perfect–I’ve felt like this so many times!
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Thanks, Merril. I’m sure there are more of these mornings-needing-excuses to come this April!
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🙂
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That is the truth.
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Oh indeed. (K)
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“the sun still yawning through fog
all groggy, rough with birdsong..” Such clear images, Jennifer. ❤
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Thank you, because I felt anything but clear about my direction here. 🙂
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