Open Poetry #22 |
A Routine Morning |
ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
“A Routine Morning” An Ashanti drumknock at the door, dust-winged pigeons lift flapping applause as the visitors enter; relentless rhythms announces the breakfast lottery winners Cappuccino boils aroma into obscure corners Future stomach oatmeal cement bubbles on iron Gather the robe, answer the call Let in the cat, let out the urchins Bring in the paper, let out a sigh Rustling paper, and unshaven legs rub nubs Piercing squeak of heavy-tonned brakes retractable door louvers open and let in the Son. four-wheeled traveling pews on a predestined road obliged to follow the slimmest rays of hope to the source where the Son always shines. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Gosh, I feel like I just got to know you a little bit better. This was an interesting real write. Thanks for sharing your morning with us! ~ smiles across the miles ~ EA |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Oh my gosh, this is indeed a typical ordinary morning but you make it sound so vivid and impressionistic with your words, I LOVE IT!!! (big hugggssssss) As much as a commute like this can be such a bore every day, the sunshine of His smile that dawns upon us will always be each days reward, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Jeff, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Jeff...this was a 'routine' morning? I could hardly keep up with you... was still sipping my coffee as you ran around. Excellent write...enjoyed this change of pace much. ~Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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