Letting the cat in.
These bones pull themselves
out of bed
With much delight
With much delight
As if mornings were made to break us
the fragile ones
Only the strong can sail past noon,
and four o'clock and dinner unharmed
only the strongest can taste midnight
unbroken
Today is no different
I hold on tight to beauty, in the form
of a cat, but not too tight, she wriggles
away, breakfast on her mind
So I putter around my room
Not willing to give in to the needs of the body
just yet
I know so little
Just that there is a rainbow inside me
No one has ever seen
I pull out a bit of blue
And wipe it on this page
With much delight.
© 2006 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2006-10-21 at 22:19
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Open the Door for Beauty
At the break of dayThese bones pull themselves
out of bed
With much delight
With much delight
As if mornings were made to break us
the fragile ones
Only the strong can sail past noon,
and four o'clock and dinner unharmed
only the strongest can taste midnight
unbroken
Today is no different
I hold on tight to beauty, in the form
of a cat, but not too tight, she wriggles
away, breakfast on her mind
So I putter around my room
Not willing to give in to the needs of the body
just yet
I know so little
Just that there is a rainbow inside me
No one has ever seen
I pull out a bit of blue
And wipe it on this page
With much delight.
© 2006 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 763 times
Written on 2006-10-21 at 22:19
Tags Beauty
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