morning came more quickly than I imagined. Hard time falling off to sleep, woke up a few times to wander aimlessly around the house, and a hard time awakening finally. Yesterday, after the second post I had found my way in and wrote eight poems, all 10 lines or under for a specific submission but I was proud of them all.I need to thank Troy Ygnacio Soriano. Thank you, I apparently needed what you said, stole part of it and turned it into an extension of myself.
here is my tip of the hat.
blue rusted wheelbarrows
a quietness of living space
is required at 5 a.m.
at least around here.
only Jose, who mows the lawn,
is allowed to interrupt.
I have trouble recognizing
daffodils on early mornings.
Mornings so full of cool air
& blue rusted wheelbarrows
with flattened tires.
I think you like me most
when I am tired from
waking early, worn out from
a nights occupations or mornings sight of daffodils.
- Hoc Scripsi
That's all I got this morning. It fails at being much but succeeds at being.
No comments:
Post a Comment
I will reply to communications via e-mail. If you have not enabled e-mail communication then I cannot reply to your communications, if you want to hear back, you must enable me to do so, everything is more personal this way.