Each month, write a new collection.
morningcoffee steamscream swirls in the cupthe first sipsleepy stillbetween the dreamand wakefulnessaware ofone more day of workdreading itforty plusyears pretending forthe bossall jobsas simple asstacking dicerepetitiondrains my lifeebbs from mejust a fewminutes more craftthe wordsinside my mindbarely aware ofthe outsidetakeone moresip
you evoke wonderful things in few words. thx
These were my haiku/senyru poems. Thanks for the support. :)
You haiku training has really paid off man. THis is great.
In the morningI awake.In the morningI surrender/submitTo those things too powerfulTo name.In the morning,I pray.I brush my teeth,In the morning.I hunger For the day's first mealIn the morning.I look unto the day ahead of meAs look atop a plateauLooking, gazing into the unknown,Trying to understand itIn the morning.
Nice, I like how you switch the repeat from the start to the end of the stands.
Also the way it builds thru the stanzas. thx!
Yeah, I love that too!
Well thank you, to all of you
In the morning, Gracie jumps on my neckRubs my nose, bites my toes, purrsI’ve been healing to tapes in the darkI lie still, sinking in truthBut silence is distracted by running Cat feet, I swing out of bed.In the morning, I fill a bowl with cat foodI fill a bowl for my breakfast tooI’m drawn forward in mechanical beatBut anxiety creeps in What will this day holdAs Gracie licks her fur.In the morning, I check my emailOrder lists, stack piles of to dosThere’s a concept of where I’m headingThere are first steps of where to beginBut the mission is fuzzy haze As Gracie sneaks back for a nap.In the morning, there’s a phone call scheduledWith physician friend far awayShe tells her incredulous storyPain management and aloneConversation in calm syncopationAs Gracie sleeps in the sun.In the morning, our talk turns to health careWe share the things we’ve seenThe toys, the greed, the incompetence. With computers and protocols quickerProviders don’t look, touch, or feel, That medicine is dead.In the morning, we share our beliefs Misdiagnosis, overdiagnosis, pillsPatients should question, they know a wisdom Doctors spend time too short To synthesize science, complexity and graceHealing models are hard to find.In the morning, we’ve talked for two hoursSkype has connected our doorsThe farewell is grateful, The sharing has grounded.A crash explodes from the closetAs Gracie awakes to explore.
That is wonderful. You're really capturing this and using the form!
Dear diary, My usual shift is in the morning. I get to enjoy the silence of the store, the calm before the capitalist storm. There's a tranquil feeling that only comes over you in the morning. Those few short hours before the tweekers and bitter old ladies come in and ruin everything. I cherish those moments that can only happen in the morning. Where the hypnotic hum of the lights helps your brain to focus. And the air blowing in through the ducts seems cleaner in the morning. The building hasn't been packed with wierdos who spend hundreds on dvd's, but can't seem to find the bath soap aisle. Yep. People are much easier to tolerate... in the morning.