(a disastrous morning Sonnet)
I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew!
Our pre-dawn jog went really well, but now the morning's gone to hell
I couldn’t find clean underwear, I’m desperate to charge my cell,
I got some soap in my left eye, I stubbed my toe and nearly cried
While brushing teeth and hair in haste, I wonder why I even try.
Anna’s got an attitude; she’s not someone who’s normally rude
her hookup so ‘experimental’ has an irregular sleep-in schedule
how’s she going to get to class if she’s babysitting sleeping-lass
I guess I’m not the only one, who’s schedules simply come undone.
I woke her with a gentle voice and soothed her out—we had no choice
My morning happened to sideways go—but it fueled this grandiloquent tale of woe!
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A song for this:
Something Stupid by Michael Bublé and Reese Witherspoon
Categories:
schedules, angst, emotions, endurance, humor,
Form: Sonnet
I remember back in the day when everything was closed on Sundays and you could take a leisurely Sunday drive with your parents and not have to worry about being anywhere at any certain time
Categories:
schedules, work,
Form: Monoku
Woman’s Desire
What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap
About the man being the only one thinking of sex?
Well, truth be known,
A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks much of it too…
Once leaving the job, after
The shopping; the vaccuuming; the cooking; the pots,
Pans, and dishes; after the childrens’
Homework, meals, baths, and good-night kisses;
Once the cat and dog have gone out and in
Twice, been fed, and cooed over while petted;
After inquires about her spouse’s work, complaints,
And wishes; after the phone calls to people of concern;
After checking the bank account, new emails, and
Cleaning out her handbag; counting out lunch monies;
Preparing the morrow’s snacks and clothing; writing
The lists of to-do’s and schedules; and, preparing medications…
Afrter all that, following ten minutes of rest
In a cushioned chair,
Among the first wishes of her long-patient body,
Is for some time to linger, living
Pleasure’s words whispered by her passion’s tongue.
A woman desires to lay felt and feeling sensuously
With her beloved, warm and spent,
Close to sleep at her side.
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(c) sally young eslinger 9/16/2023
Categories:
schedules, feelings, gender, love, relationship,
Form: Free verse
I work on the schedule until my hands are blue with ink.
Consulting with sixteen teachers so I can give a lesson to each.
Will this time work? Could we squeeze your lesson in after lunch?
Can we do a little lesson before you go to music?
By two forty-five on Monday I had a little schedule for the week.
Three emails and two phone calls later, I changed six of the class times.
All changed after teachers had agreed to these times.
I picked up the pen and began making adjustments.
A surprise all school assembly was announced the second I finished.
The pen snickered at me, but I had ceased to be amused.
Categories:
schedules, school, teacher,
Form: Prose Poetry
To wake up early, happily merged with morn,
while feeling pep rushes sun-energy surged,
was to feel my eager heart joys fully merge
with each new rising ray brightly incurred.
Early mornings held no unreasonable stress -
in fact, I danced right into my dress or pants.
When motherhood arrived, I was morn-cuffed to
unyielding, demanding and hectic schedules
that blurred morning glee out of sight from me.
My heart still holds fine love for early time zeal
and remembers their fueling, exciting strums.
Categories:
schedules, career, change, endurance, growing
Form: Free verse
At times, I must flee routine and city work-life,
leave behind my daily schedules and office strife
to linger unrushed where nature remains untouched,
its splendid beauty neither man-brushed nor time-hushed.
When I cannot escape to nature’s lilting scenes
my natural faith aches and wilts in crooked leans.
Categories:
schedules, appreciation, beauty, desire, earth,
Form: Rhyme