Mornings – silence – please
Sun shining in my windows
bright, blinding me
Always in a rush, looking at the clock
I’m late … as I spill my coffee
I can’t stand drivel at this time of day
keep it to yourself
Sure the garden looks nice in this light
I’d rather be in bed – under the comforter
My dogs always greeting me
forever faithful friends
I’d rather be in bed – covers over my head
Troublesome and annoying – mornings
Nighttime – stillness – delight
A comfortable place to sink into
I watch the sky change colours,
look at stars, examining every subtlety
Feel the coolness entering
the air, so I may wrap it
around me, relax …
Listening to quiet noises of an evening unwind …
Give me nighttime … I don’t like mornings
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
ah...thank you for ending peaceful...i was feeling rather frantic with the beginning...and a bit sad at spilling the coffee...smiles. nice one shot
ReplyDeletelove it Pam the nightmare of night..a blessing to the nightmare of day.... and I find if I drink my coffee in bed..it does not spill as much....bkm
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Pamela. We share the same opinion of morning and night. :)
ReplyDeleteAll ends peaceful at the end of the day Brian:)
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should try that, Barb;)
ReplyDeletezouxzoux, I love the evening, but the mornings have always been challenging for me. I love my bed:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Although I might be a bit biased as I feel you could have been writing it for me-darn those mornings!
ReplyDeleteA very effective statement on the frantic and demanding quality of our modern lives--bound to the artificial imperatives of the clock. I can't imagine primitive man jumping out of his cave at the crack of dawn to go pound out a flint knoife or something--humans like their actions to have meaning, and the mindlessness of having to live to an inflexible schedule is very wearing on the soul. Nice writing, and I agree completely.
ReplyDeleteMore like damn those mornings :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting.
Joy Ann I detest how I always watch the clock.
ReplyDeleteBut if I don't I will be late. When I am not on
a schedule I rarely look at a clock. I have never
liked mornings and knowing people who do, well I admire them.
Amen, sister! Now pass the coffee, will ya? :)
ReplyDeleteI'm just saying Eric:)
ReplyDeleteI used to feel the same way. Now my time is mostly my own so mornings have become a very pleasantly active space. It took a great deal of time though. Love the poem, the rush and frustration you managed to convey so easily,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
I don't like mornings either...but I think I like the night even more now. :)
ReplyDeleteA nice, quiet evening with a drink and someone close.
ReplyDeleteThen a nice, quiet and SLOW morning after with the same someone, enjoying morning coffee.
Sounds good to me!
Elizabeth as a child I didn't like the mornings or rainy days. My sister still teases me about how I would cry when it rained.
ReplyDeleteI do in fact like my quiet time in the morning, if I don't have to be somewhere. It just seems most times I have to be somewhere. Therefore I love the evenings.
Thanks autumnraven, the nights are special to me.
ReplyDeleteEric, that is a weekend for me. I love Fridays and Saturdays for exactly those and more reasons.
ReplyDeleteI don't like to rush around, but also I am not willing to get up earlier. Go figure:)
I can so relate to this. I am definitely NOT a morning person. It is a beautiful time of day with the light and all though if I can ever make myself get up early enough to enjoy it. I too would much rather be under the covers!
ReplyDeleteJust read your poem Peggy and I can relate to it.
ReplyDeletePamela, this is a great poem. I have had mornings like this, when I just don't want to hear anything. But mostly I like mornings, out or inside. I love your description of the evening, the comfort and consolation of night time.
ReplyDeleteShari, first of all thanks and I am happy to see you around again. But in all honesty I prefer the night. No hurries, no rushing, just enjoying the time, my family and friends.
ReplyDeletehahahah...was this me reading your poem, or was it my own mind!??! Oh Pam... I so share your sentiment, my dear....
ReplyDeleteMornings can be really beautiful...but waking up (early and unwillingly) ain't! :)
Jeezz.. I can relate to this one hundred percent!
You make night sound so delicious.
ReplyDeleteMornings like that are no fun! Love your descriptions of the night, Pam. Nice poem
ReplyDeleteKavita seems many share my views:)
ReplyDeleteIrene nighttime is delicious to me:)
ReplyDeleteThanks much Adam.
ReplyDeleteGood job, Pam.
ReplyDeleteNot a morning person, either.
Barb, thanks, mornings are not fun!
ReplyDeleteAgreed!
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting booguloo.
ReplyDeleteRelatable, superb word choice/flow work.
ReplyDeleteThanks Steve. I really dislike mornings:)
ReplyDeleteWell written, Pamela. You made your feelings very clear. Mostly I am a morning person rather than a night owl! We are different in that way.
ReplyDeleteViva la differencia! Give me the night:)
ReplyDeleteClear! Good read!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kenny.
ReplyDeleteI am a morning person. I gotta be. I go to school before 7!
ReplyDeletezeroing into the arrow
Gautami, I used to have to be at work by 7, but my
ReplyDeleteschedule changed in June. I now work mostly in the afternoon. Which is just fine with me:)