Fo'day Morning Expletives
Anger finds itself impaled upon a
spike like capon thus designed to naught
Obscenities reward excessive way
Locked in cursive verbal longings sought
Tis wee hours of morning arriving
Dawn to yawning loud stories be told
Tired stars see all as useless striving
Shadows carry restless drunks so bold
© gillena cox 2024
NOTE: Fo'day Morning; a Trini idiom, is that time between dawn and morning light
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This sounds like a morning after a night that never really ended.
ReplyDeleteI agree; for the players in the poem are real drunks that carry on in the street going home
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Restless drunks be yawning. Thanks for joining in Gillena.
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"Tired stars see all as useless striving" - this line in particular reminds me of my, and I am sure of many others', creativity dances with the muses at night.
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So much action during the time!
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In my online newsfeed, just this morning, a warning that tourist travel to Trinidad and Tobago is not advised. Your poem reinforces the advisory.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear this. I disagree
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Those loud drunks must be very annoying to hear. I can imagine the stars becoming tired with their nonsense!
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Gillena, your use of language, particularly the intricate weaving of rhymes and rhythmic patterns, enhances the vivid portrayal of early morning discontent!
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Love the opening line, Gillena!
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