Speak your mind in fourteen lines or less!
MAKING WITH THE WAKEY-WAKEYAlarm calls, incessantly annoying,a ploy to rob me of sleep. I creepto my feet, taking a standbecause mobility demands it.Trudge through the darkened pallof a night gone quickly. Thick mucous,eyes that fail to focus, the joke isI'm still barely awake. I take that pausebecause my bladder is as mad as a hatter.Give Mr. Coffee the finger to flip him on,power the radio and head for the couch.As far as I'm concerned, until the beansare brewed I'm dead until further notice!
LOLFortunately, my alarm call isn't annoying!
Wish I could get my hands on one of them non-annoying alarms. Although, if I don not flip the alarm switch, it won't annoy me...
IRONING THINGS OUT(a piku)pressure andheatcan be good things
Right Time to WriteUp at five, coffee on, set out cereal and bowlCheck my email, Face Book, news, prompts and blogsFeed the dog, let him out, back inPack hubs lunch, coffee to go, kissHim goodbye, be safe, love you.Ahhh, second cup a’ joeSit at the computerThink and mullType, typePoem.
Now there's a habit I need to adopt! Good write, Debi!
I haven't been able to write until now and it is short enough to post here. I think it goes along with the prompt, but I wanted to share it here anyway.Another Day Without YouAnother day without youI glance across the bedand see your undented pillowI know I will never hear yourvoice again telling me youlove me or see your smileas I enter a roomI know I will never feelyour arms around me againand I must live with thememories of all of this
happy to see you here <3
Good to see you writing Barbara...hard words to put down but glad you're doing it.
Thank you guys. You two have been so there for me!! <3
Barbara, this is beautiful. It's the everyday things we miss most, that's for sure. You are in my prayers, always. de
Barbara, I know how difficult it must be at this time, but if writing about it helps in any small way, then feel free to use this forum to express your heart. And yes this does fit the prompt. Sharing a life with someone is purely habitual. Hal's physical absence doesn't change the love you continue to share. Thank you for this piece.
Walt, you're welcome. It came to me last night and I was grateful I was able to write. Before then nothing came to me, but I guess it was time to let out a little of how I feel to the world. Thank you for providing this forum. <3 And also thank you for the words of comfort you gave to me when I needed them most.
You are most welcome. Little bits can lead to a torrent of emotion and words. You know what and when to release it. With you in spirit.
Eyes before openingbefore the first crack of lightthere in the still dark of closedquestion marks float as squigglescoalescing - "how old?" "how fat?""what day" "what way?" I answer each question - shake offthe image behind closed eyes and with a deep hopeful re-invented breathopeneyes
So happy to see you here. I find this place very soothing. Love all your poems here.
Each day, in the same way. Same questions, same lack of answers. Good one,l Pearl!
This comment has been removed by the author.
Up-liftfrom his bedroomI lift the cat this former fluff of coal, that claimedthe rest of my years - I lift him into my arms, cradledagainst my breast and sit with him for a moment or two, running fingers through satin panther fur - and if - IfI am very lucky, he will purr - just this side of inaudible - but enough to fill me with pleasureand pride - in this quiet moment - of the only time he will permit anyone, ever, to lift him into their arms and touch him
Beautiful and tender!
that mirrorfirst glancea dance too oftenbetween theexpectedand the imagereflectedbeforeediting
If only each morning had its own "photoshop" moment! Bedhead would be dead for me! Glad to have you here, Pearl!
okay - I can see where this can become an all-nighter addiction... and so I bid all goodnight ... thanks Walt ... a pleasure <3
Addicting? Yes! Moderation? I suppose! Pleasure? All ours, Lady!
Aw thanks Walt - see you later on :)
Nonet for Every AMArthritic hands tug the blind corduntil daylight floods intomy room. I shake sleep frommy unwilling eyesand stumble down-stairs; let dogsout, backin.