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waking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in the half light of morning

she assumes odd
patterns on
adjoining room walls

a familiar hiss 

eggs frying
in cast iron pan

the slight hint
of cinnamon toast

i wipe shards

of sleep
from my eyes

the first letters of
her name
from my lips

before the sun has a chance

to wash shadows
from empty doorways 

and neighbors
their breakfast dishes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • honeybrown
    June 1

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    wow. i love the word placement here. and the images are called to mind so easily. great write

    Tiffany


  • 2lullabyhaven
    May 27
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    Great touch; the arrangement of the words lol


  • LoveorLust
    May 27

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    very beautiful..I like your work I have read several an like them all you are a very talented person....great job

  • ladyhurricane
    January 16

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    Great

    Hi this was great, Im new on AP..and ive been browsing and this has been one of the most interesting poems Ive read so far!!!

  • Utok Bulinaw
    December 31, 2007

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    I like how your poetry allows the reader to experience it, to be in the same room and hear the sounds, and see the images. This is gorgeous Sir


  • Namita silver member
    December 29, 2007
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    beautiful images... absolutely amazing work. i love this one.


  • lonely and free
    December 22, 2007

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    haunting

    Lovely sunday memories.... such a special time for two people in love... such a sad loss yet almost inevitable. Beautiful simplicity and gorgeous imagery K x

  • summerleaf
    December 15, 2007
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    this is the stuff you were made for, my dear old friend...simply arresting.

    joe mckasty

    • AJ Morelli gold member
      December 15, 2007
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      thank you joe, i can't tell you how much that means to me... you are one of the sweetest and most genuine people i have ever known, not to mention a hell of a guitar player...lol

      i plan on stopping by mosaic and i'll thank you in person


      al

  • rebeka
    December 14, 2007

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    waking from a three dog night,
    to cinnamon and eggs, delicious poetry al






  • Arzab
    December 13, 2007

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    I love the imagery and the description of the sound of the hissing of the eggs and the dishes. It helps the reader to not only imagine the scene of the poem, but to imagine the scents of the scene in the poem of the kitchen, as well. Keep up the fantastic work.


  • Swan song gold member
    December 8, 2007

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    I love the imaagry and in a sense the symbolism in this poem Shards of sleep from my eyes the first letter of her names from my lips. This accentuates intimacy in a great way, That is just one example of imagery in this poem with about five or six different images in just a few lines.


  • Peteskid gold member
    December 6, 2007
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    the reader can see the things shown here, and felt; imagery so very well done...PK


  • mantis180
    December 5, 2007
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    This is beautiful AJ... Shard of sleep, I like that


  • sidewinder silver member
    December 5, 2007

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    memories rise within that past where one is longing for simply more!
    I did enjoy this!
    Keep penning on one stroke at a time-!--
    Bill


  • zochit2me gold member
    December 5, 2007

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    This has softness as well as an edge to it, if that even makes since- I am officially a blond

    Anyway
    I love the feeling of how this warms the heart like cinnamon toast smells.
    It leaves me also with a feeling of loss, like it is almost a dream of her there with the first letter of her name on your lips...

    before the sun has a chance

    to wash shadows
    from empty doorways

    This is where I got that feeling of dreamlike...
    Really good stuff here.
    Deep and thought provoking
    Leaving me sad as it is suppose to- I think.

    Becky


  • katfair
    December 3, 2007

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    such an intimate gesture
    or I guess
    image
    of the first letters of her name on your lips

    before the sun

    it has the scent of delicate tender love
    which may be
    cinnamon toast!

    your poems are full
    of feel

    kat
  • K-Dense
    December 3, 2007

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    Dopeness.

    the first letters of
    her name
    from my lips

    -*Does Italian chef "Magnifico!" finger kiss thing*

    -Curtis

  • ardentMarch gold member
    December 3, 2007

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    this is such a beautiful poem, the first half of the poem works perfectly in correlation with the ending lines...sad, but yes, I feel that hint of something else.


  • Night Hope gold member
    December 2, 2007

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    "before the sun has a chance

    to wash shadows
    from empty doorways"

    Sighhh...This is a lovely swath of silk drifting within a poem, Al...Beautifully, poignantly done, Scribe. Wanda


  • Zayra
    December 2, 2007
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    beautiful as ever


  • misselaineous gold member
    December 2, 2007
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    oh al
    each words drools down the page...
    and is delectably delicious


  • Rowan gold member
    December 2, 2007

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    what they said... and more.

    this left me sad too, with a hint of cinnamon.


    • AJ Morelli gold member
      December 2, 2007
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      yes, that is exactly what i was going for, sadness with a hint of cinnamon...

  • Cat gold member
    December 2, 2007

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    i get lost inside your poetry-

    in the soft hiss of s's, the shapes and sounds, the muted lighting-
    the opaque solids mixed
    with shadows-
    the personal pictures painted so perfectly

    this is beautiful... and leaves me sad

    is it supposed to leave me sad?

    you are an amazing poet..


  • Nicolette gold member
    December 2, 2007

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    This is beautiful... feels like that old song by Kris Kristofferson (spelling?) "Sunday morning coming down".... this is how we want to wake up on Sundays mornings... wonderful poetry, Al.

    ~ Nicolette


  • NurseChilly gold member
    December 2, 2007

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    cinnamon toast.... well that got me straight away, that warm love smell... the crisp buttery toast

    tis all good for morning love and crumbs in the bed


  • Suzanne Dia gold member
    December 2, 2007

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    wow..
    i'm having one of those days where i miss someone being lost/found in me. this brings that right back..

    this is beautiful. this is touching...
    this gives hope..



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