Thursday, April 24, 2008

A Morning


A Morning

Awake against my will.

Drink yellow pineapple, inky black berries and greens.

Brush my teeth, my hair, and then practice a smile in the mirror.

Sip my husband's unfinished coffee.

Coffee will stain my teeth, I think dismissively.

Another sip of coffee.

Dress in crisp white and startling blue uniform- sensible white clogs.

Lunch, purse, keys, sunglasses, yellow sweater, notebook-

Things I need.

Another cup of coffee.

A deep breath.

One last longing look at my bed.

Out the door against my will.

6 comments:

Theresa said...

ok, how did you do that. Another really neat blog.

Nonentity said...

Thanks Mom...I think you are my biggest fan. =)

Travis said...

that picture is beautiful.
and something about the phrase
"sensible clogs"
reminds me of something an accomplished author would write.

Nonentity said...

Travis, you're a funny fellow!

Sara said...

Love the poem! The picture is just gorgeous. I always enjoy your blogs...

Travis said...

ok so it was a poem. :D
i tend to bury my head in the sand
when it comes to discerning the
difference between liberal verse and vivid prose.
:D


"funny fellow".
i speak from the heart. ;D

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