aroma of coffee tickles my insides with delight
At first, the purple sunshades hide where dreams cling,
the mind is distracted by how night's feeling,
it drifts along asleep on soft feathered wing.
Now, crimson blood spurts were shapes are annealing,
form re-appears, through razor sharp, edges and seams,
the self slowly stirs, to begin the healing.
Red ochre breaks through, streaming in bright light beams,
piercing the veil, as purpose begins to rise,
shaking the cinders to scatter ash-gray dreams.
Orange inflames the will behind shut eyes,
to rush right in, to show what it held on hold,
sending hot flames aloft, to lighten dark skies.
Yellow crowns the day-break with buttercup gold.
The mind and soul, now awake, can stand up bold!
The gentle morning showers are washing the face
of my garden waking her up from a long needed sleep
feeling the sun’s warmth she’s opening her eyes
Seeing the tree’s pregnant branches she knows
that soon they will deliver the hundreds of leaves
that will provide shade for her tender plants
the plants’s feet beneath the earth are providing
needed nutrients to feed her many perennials
soon I will gather tools to free them from weeds
my garden knows I am her keeper and will help her
my cat follows me around looking for lizards and
birds he knows soon they will gather round my feeders
I will soon be filling them with sunflower seeds
I saw a humming bird circling my red feeders I
need to wash and clean them adding sugar water
soon more will arrive tired from their journey knowing
I have a place for them to rest and recuperate I will
be drinking ice tea watching them from my porch
oh Nature thank you for continuing providing the needed
season despite our shameful treatment of polluting
your precious environment which serves to sustain us
My dog’s name is Thalia—
she barks when her tummy’s empty,
barks if she wants my attention,
and barks when a stranger wanders too near,
as if she owns the whole block.
One afternoon in the kitchen,
she just wouldn’t stop.
I figured—alright, food again—
so I scooped her a bowl.
But nope. Still barking her head off.
Curious, I went out to see what was going on.
And there she was—curled up on the sofa,
out cold, not a care in the world.
So… who was in my kitchen?
I was halfway to the car,
still trying to puzzle it out,
when a voice broke in—
“Wake up, Madison, we’re almost late!”
That’s when it hit me—
I’d been chasing a dream all along.
And like life itself,
it showed me that friends may be found anywhere,
but when the truth sinks in,
you see the ones who matter most
are those who’ve stood beside you
through thick and thin.
I was well known
When I was alone
What was the necessity for you to come into my life?
To mess things up with no sign of strife?
You were the sweet dream that made me sleep a little longer
You have become my nightmares that made me a sleepwalker
My happy world is broken into bits and pieces
Am I able to find the crumbled slices?
What were you thinking when you made all the promises?
Didn't you realise there will be so many obstacles?
You are ready to hop on new relationship
That makes me think was I the only one who was sailing on this seaship?
You left for happiness
Why am I sinking in sadness?
My mind is still testing my capacity
I'm trying my best to touch harsh reality
Leopard narrowed his yellow eyes for the night
His body is stretched across upper branch tight
He snores easily, but is awakened by a small boor
This small tasty mammal rustled across the jungle floor
In the morning, I dread waking up.
When I do, there is no you.
Since you left me, it's the one thing
I haven't been able to get used to.
There are nights I drink coffee,
Trying to make myself stay awake.
On the hard days I'm missing you,
There are these pills that I take.
In the end, it doesn't matter.
Eventually my body will give in.
Sleep is a necessity in life;
This battle I can never win.
When I wake up and it's empty
There on your side of the bed,
This wave of loneliness and anxiety
Rushes through my head.
Quickly I remember again
That you left me and went away.
That makes the anxiety leave me,
But the loneliness will stay.
burdened wandering among negative energies
although for the most part they impacted him not
he searched in vain for that elusive elixir of love
resonating at a frequency matching his own
poised in stillness, he exited the lucid dream
recognised all as one, as thoughts he did stream
I open my eyes.
All around me,
everything is unfamiliar:
unfamiliar wallpaper,
unfamiliar white leather sofa,
unfamiliar country.
I moved here to teach,
and here I am learning
that I’m underprepared,
underqualified,
underdressed,
and hungover.
He wouldn’t let me leave last night,
you see.
As the party was dying,
I coloured his bathroom
with oversweet Georgian wine
and washed down chicken wings
that came back up.
He decided:
I could miss the last metro,
sleep on this atrocious sofa,
recover.
Of course,
now it’s 7am,
and I have to teach a class
of engineers,
bridge builders,
about ing phrasal verbs
in less than two hours.
And I have to do it
with a hangover and a smile.
I think to myself
as I struggle with front door locks and keys
before climbing out of a downstairs window,
what a strange story this will be.
And yet waking up here,
it could be a whole lot worse
than this beautiful Baku sunrise.
When lilacs with the springtime rise
and weary hordes no longer slumber,
music from God's own guitar now flies
to cajole the misty earthen number;
begin etching the kaleidoscope of summer.
Grandma goes for her coffee,
whilst grandson keeps his eyes shut…
—Quote by poet
waking up to drop
into the sandman’s beanbag
sheet shifting with sun
The dark of night when turns to day,
When slowly stars begin to blur
And birds, barely from sleep bestir,
Older by day, greyer than grey,
Dreams when spill over my pillows
And in so doing lose some flair…
In dawn’s refreshing fragrant air,
When I wallow in waking woes,
The sun when lights up at the dawn,
My body bones when not so fit
Whine having lost of youth a bit,
And must wake still— me, languid bone,
Here’s my bliss— when some bonus blinks
I steal, dawn unto day when sinks.
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Sonnet (Morning musings) | 02.01.2010|
In dawn's soft embrace, flickering the light,
Lighting up shadows, bidding night goodnight.
Eyes slowly unveil a world anew,
Morning's palette, a canvas of hue.
Birdsong weaves through the waking air,
A symphony of life, beyond compare.
Silent dreams linger, a fleeting trace,
As reality unfolds, in this waking place.
Gentle breezes dance with morning's cheer,
Embracing the day, dispelling any fear.
I woke up in the middle of the night
Hoping Santa Claus might be in sight
I know my parents thought I was in bed so tight
But I heard a thump and I saw a light
Crept down to the living room where things were bright
A hairy green thing was halfway in my vision, my sight
I screamed when I saw that it was the Grinch, a blight
He laughed his head off and gave me a cookie that night
in the middle of the Serengeti I fell asleep one day
hoping wildebeests and cheetahs were far away
eyes dared me to wake up, and I was scared for a minute
but then I saw the giraffes, and saw the fun in it.
They formed a rescue posse, and were curious about me.
Taller than I had imagined, even taller than the tree
I felt safe because it was not yet dusk, but I woke up fast.
When I heard a possible cheetah shaking up the grass.
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