
Fair warning:Â This poem takes a turn for the worse, toward the end.
It’s not often, that I can use the two keywords “morning” and “mourning” in the same piece.
I’m sure many of you are as fond of early morning, as I am. At least, on those rare occasions, that I get a good night’s sleep! In a house full of late-sleepers, it is one of the few times I can put two thoughts together. I often wake up with an idea in my head, begging to be written down. It is a magical time for creative energy.
It is also about the time of day, that my father discovered my poetess mother, lying, as if asleep, on her bed. But she was not sleeping.
May we all cherish the mornings, each and every one we have the privilege to experience. And even those sad mornings that rob us, of those we love.
It feels so good
To just lie still,
To just lie still
In the morning.
Before the birds
Have made a peep,
With all the children
Still asleep,
Before my dreams
Dive down too deep,
To just lie still,
In the morning.
It feels so good,
To turn it off,
To turn it off
In the morning.
Before the news
Has hit the stand,
Before the warm-up
Of the band,
Before the orange
Glow expands,
To turn it off,
In the morning.
It feels so good
To know my mind,
To know my mind
In the morning.
Before the coffee’s
Hit my tongue,
Before the rising
Of the sun,
Before my fancy’s
Off, and run,
To know my mind,
In the morning.
It feels so good
To be at peace,
To be at peace,
In the morning.
Before the worries
Fill my head,
Before my bones
Are chilled with dread,
Before they wake,
To find me dead,
But still at peace,
In the morning.
Copyright 2021 Andrea LeDew
For another rendition of that dreary day, please read The Problem.
This peom really resonated with me.
Glad to hear it Liz. I had worried it might be too sing-songy. I had to check myself, to make sure I didn’t write down verses having to do with laundry and ironing the clothes😊.
The repetition worked well.
I agree with Liz. This is deeply felt and expresses beautifully the horror of our times.
Thank you Margrit!