Jeane Myers - Far South of Dawn
From google dot com
MORNING INCOMING
It matters not this silence, sworn of coming morning
For when the frequencies of frenzy, reach the line
It is finished, night is over and day is drummed in
With a toot, a twitter, a street broom swished in time
Its chatter sharp and clear, sworn of coming morning
All the remaining minutes stuffed in a pouch all mine
To contemplate, to hoard like the stuff of Pandora
Sealed and labelled 'do not open, contents a shrine'
Of meditating in-breaths deepened and slowed down
Stretched and limbered for sleuth of word and cline
Purported or penned to the sworn of coming morning
MORNING INCOMING © gillena cox 2015
MORNING INCOMING - a FOLD
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #34, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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