They vary a lot, those mornings of mine,
Between gloom and something
That verges on joy.
Sometimes, I lie there
And pay attention
To the song of the birds
And soothe my cats with snacks.
Sometime I soothe myself
With a book or a newspaper.
That's before I'm out of bed.
Sometimes my feet must slam the floor
On waking, right away,
On days when I must be out the door
On some mission or another.
I'll have coffee out,
I decide on those days,
Stumbling into my clothes
And reaching for the cat's dish,
Reaching for meds and a banana,
In no set order.
No time then for gloom,
No time for joy.
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Comments
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It's good to have something to do to keep the blues away, isn't it true that when one is engaged mentally, no depression or other can happen. good poem
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it's good, it's honest... it definitely gives me a real sense of your home life and morning rituals. I also like this netherworld of that neither here nor there feeling this gets at. I think many people experience this at some point during the day; for me it's never in the morning - I'm a morning person, but on gray afternoons... I think I would tweak it to "these mornings" (l.1 ) and I lie "here" (l. 4) to give it a little more immediacy. Thank you.
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