She
pours
the oats
and measures
out the salt, but words
are harder to count. Cold fury
boils over easy;
paper-thin
eggshells
break
fast.
O Oriens A Fifth Advent reflection with music
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This sounds like my morning(s) all too often.
ReplyDeleteWriting a goofily pun-laden poem about it doesn't exactly fix anything, but it does make it a little bit easier to get on with the morning and do what's gotta get done. Eliot didn't lie when he called poetry an escape from emotion.
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