melissaahowells
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the cool tile in the kitchen remind me its morning and quiet as a prayer I feel the early silence I've survived one more night of memories to wake to do a simple morning routine I began practicing several years before its the everyday usual-ness that connects me to my life these simple ministrations are touchstones the labored pumping of the coffee pot the magic dark elixir which enables me to face each new day the mechanical rhythms are the breathing of ocean waves combing the shoreline of dawn who'd ever thought that coffee machines breathe like human beings.... I lean into the kitchen sink rising and rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet to my toes my eyes are blinking as I try to conjure up the person I was only one year ago I was more of me back then-- now it takes a stiff jolt of coffee and then the cacophony of early morning crows to break this spell called daylight HELLO I whisper to my black-suited friends clamoring outside the balcony for almonds I feel I don't know who I am until that brief moment of joy when I hear the crows calling to me then I put myself away fold myself neatly along my worn-in creases returning to my insides after I've tossed a handful of almonds over the balcony I'm the girl who doesn't like to be touched by strangers but the crows they touch me. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 2017 MAY 26TH 7:11AM PST TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED POETRY SITE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD@\\ NOTE: I FOUND THIS POEM TUCKED IN AMONGST A WHOLE LOT OF RAMBLINGS AND WRITINGS FROM 2017 AND DECIDED IT DESERVED A SPACE HERE WITH THE REST OF MY POETRY...SO I EDITED AND PUT IT HERE TODAY OCTOBER 24TH, 2022 11:01PM PST...SO THAT IT COULD FINALLY BE READ. Vote for this poem |
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