The babble bustle of the Morning-
As I wake up I move so
slow, and my mind does wander
on if I wish to write Today
and where my mind should
go?
The babble bustle of my Morning,
my Mother in Law is already
loudly screaming.
As often She tends to do
whenever our dogs are barking
She flips the heck out.
If I could talk to her
rationally, I would explain that
Dogs do bark and its silly
to get angry.
In fact my husband & myself
prefer that our dogs bark naturally-
as that was in the job they were
hired on for, to guard our house
sincerely.
But with Her,
there is no rationality.
So I do not waste my breath.
I let her morning screaming
go on and simply fade into
my morning background,
I ignore the unrest.
With Morning comes,
slow inspiration
it drips as slow
as my dripped coffee
which my body requires neatly,
just as a car requires
gasoline.
So I go downstairs to
face the barking dogs
to face the screaming Widow too
I go downstairs to make my
coffee & then I will bring
a cup filled with dark blackness
and crawl back into my liar
my dragons den
of a bedroom.
Here I will drink my coffee
and allow my thoughts
to percolate
I will try my best to tune out
all the noise, and find a place of mind,
to meditate.
Then I will write.
I will
babble
bustle
burst
with words, images,& poetry
which will make total sense
to almost Nobody.
Yet it pleases me
to do so.
To write, to mold the words like clay
into something solid
like ideas, creativity and all the junk
that comes with the art
of writing simple poetry.
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