mornings are a mother’s mirror,
merciless in clarity
and hideous in reflection;
as I pass doors, now closed.
the patter of feet
resounding in nothing but echo;
the sun highlighting a calendar
casting shadows on beginnings,
while leaving endings, hanging
in terminal silence.
my bosom heaves, for it is dry;
arms aching
with the weight of emptiness;
hindsight tossing laughter,
cracking
the brittleness of solitude;
and memory is the pain borne
carried unwillingly
and then interred
far too deeply within…
Author notes
hmm afraid my morning song is rather depressing.
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A contest entry
- morning songs by Nicolette.
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Beautiful
This is my favorite part.
the sun highlighting a calendar
casting shadows on beginnings,
while leaving endings, hanging
in terminal silence.
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Thank you for sharing...
I'm not sure why the applause didn't take, below. 
I'm wishing all the best to you!!
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Beautiful Melancholy...
A very sad morning indeed. Your muse continues to shine on - keep it flowing...
& 
xx Cyn xx
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There is nothing truer than a poet who writes the truth. Life is not always sunny days and flowers. I think this is a most amazing piece. The pressure of the "calender" I loved that image. Always having so many things to do and never finding the energy or motivation to do them. I have had these days, especially since I have three kids to raise myself.
Much Love
Carrie
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well, yeah, a bit. lolol
still...being a man, i will never know the angst of being a mother, but this write deals it out for all to know and understand, and in superb quality
thank you for this look into what i would never know for myself
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This is a sad and melancholic morning song yes, but you wrote it so very well. And yes, there are indeed mornings like these. The first stanza is a great way to open this poem...you had me lingering in the images and emotions for quite a while there!
Somehow this made me think of the "empty nest syndrome" and as a mother I could relate so well to it. Of course this poem isn't limited to children...it has a universal ring about it. I liked this one - thank you for a lovely entry.
~ Nicolette
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aww..this is a sad morning song indeed, and such a different way you went with the prompt. as not all songs are happy ones.... i imagine it would be hard, yes, without the busyness of pitter patter mornings within the house anymore=(
i really like this one, even though, it's a sad song..they always say so much=)
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