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it has to be morning
by Kathleen Wilson
because the coffee cup is full
the clock at the end of its tether
says six-fifteen a much more dramatic
statement than it would be later
in some places they avoid this and count
hours all in a row but we'd rather
go in circles close our eyes
wake up and guess by color of sky
the tablecloth is blue
the book is blue
but it's not entirely clear
shades of night press
into covers and white lace
under my page dreamy snow of window
or is it mist I'm not sure
the precise time of three-thirty tells nothing
or shivers significance day or night
washed in red leaves rain of lives stopped still
in time it doesn't matter each and each
is a full cup of coffee a canvas with a spoon
after the sugar is taken
we remember the blue the deep green
empty white we fill inside the waiting
full of color full of words
10/18/2009 Posted on 10/18/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 10/18/09 at 05:23 PM thrilled that this morning delivered such a earthy and imaginative piece... creative and delicious... loved every couplet, break, and image...peace, ~jewels |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/18/09 at 07:09 PM Lovely Kristina - and I recall in my mid twenties I worked on both an afternoon and midnight shift in manufacturing. It is a very different life style and the night almost takes on a life of its own. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 10/18/09 at 07:29 PM A timely piece full of color and senses, smh |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/18/09 at 07:38 PM Love this...such an organic suspension, if we still wound our clocks we might feel differently about time. Until then, when late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry, you're probably just feeling a little eleven o'clockish.....wonderful write. Thanks. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/18/09 at 07:44 PM ... so very wonderful..... |
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