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Morning
by Glenn CurrierI savor and resist
the diurnal rituals of morning.
Reluctant shift of legs
from mattress softness
to stern floor
feet protest the day
shuffling all ten paces to the bathroom.
I tell my lungs to breathe,
cough up the residue of sleep.
Put the coffee on
softly touch Amy's shoulder
"Time to get up for school Honey."
Get out the cereal and bowls
taste test the week-old milk.
Outside the earth is cycling on her axis
in conversation with the sun
trying to decide the season. 09/15/2005 Posted on 09/15/2005
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/15/05 at 03:32 PM ...glenn, tho patrick said over and over[which i agree] still you "make" me see you every physical move and the mental/emotional moves also...a truly great write...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/16/05 at 12:21 PM Ahhh the comfort of routine! Draws a clear, sharp picture! The last couple of lines turning metaphysical! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/18/05 at 01:25 AM This sounds a bit like my morning, minus the 7:30 am construction next door. Sometimes I don't get the 'savor and resist' time - other times I'm very stubborn. The last stanza really hits home because no matter what we do, certain things still go on inspite of puny human power.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/20/05 at 12:49 PM Ummmmmmmmm.... you remind me of sunrise over the river and how sometimes I would much rather lay a bed! *grin*... Still those ten paces must be made |
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