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:
ok, how did you do that. Another really neat blog.
Thanks Mom...I think you are my biggest fan. =)
that picture is beautiful.
and something about the phrase
"sensible clogs"
reminds me of something an accomplished author would write.
Travis, you're a funny fellow!
Love the poem! The picture is just gorgeous. I always enjoy your blogs...
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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