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This morning's bird song carries beauty
like well water sloshing from buckets
to splatter on cobblestones in abstract
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surely a spiritual experience, though i feel
the weight of relieving myself
i lie there, knowing once i leave this space
they will be lost to the day
shrill&
worble
call&
response
with all the layers of a symphony
through the open window, so tender
on the ear and joy-
ful. i Spring from the bed in great bounds
then sigh a double rainbow at the release
of yesterday's remnants
wipe the seat, and bid it adieu, so i can
mean it when i say, "good morning"
around your lips
coffee cup now warm in my hands.
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Hank
Brian,
On waking up and getting ready in the mornings can be quite a ritual. Hot coffee is a relief. Great verse!
Hank
Ahh... coffee, what a lovely way to wake up and...maybe a kiss or three ;)
I think we should wake up like this every morning! It sounds like you had a wonderful weekend, too.
Morning is such a time of contrasts and you capture the art within the everyday.
How well you capture that moment..I can taste that warm coffee in your hands ~
You know what would be really nice..to hear you say your words ~
This topic is one that I understand. Through everything that I have been through, I have always tried to start the day off with a clean slate with all the hope that I can muster.
Your poetry is always about living in the moment, bri--never more so than here, with a sharp focus of those first morning breaths and thoughts. The art of breathing in birdsong is a good one to practice.
Monday through Friday I love hearing the birds wake me in the morning. Saturday, however, I have a woodpecker. How he knows it is Saturday, I cannot guess. Good morning, my friend. :)
I love waking up to bird songs.
Mornings are the best when we can just lay there for a few minutes and listen to the peacefulness of the birds singing. I love the way you described the morning and how each day is fresh and new. This is a really cool picture too, love!
We have a woodpecker who insists on doing his mating call pecking at strange hours of the day, sometimes mornings ~ ugh! Your poem reflects peace and joy on waking .. coffee served with kisses, aaaaah.
Not sure I've read a potty poem before...smiles...loved how you described the birds' song.
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Well, this is the first poem about morning routines I've ever read. Remarkable.
The morning brings fear
Means work is near
I just want to rhyme and play
Maybe I too need coffee at my bay
As I just want to sleep
A whole heap..haha
Was that cool or what? The title alone had me hooked.
Listening to the chirping of the birds with a mug of coffee in our hands :) I love that feeling!
It is always good to cast away yesterday'so remnants and say hello to today.
The passing of days, in the form of eloquent poetry.
Early mornings are so universal-:) That coffee cup is attached to my hand first thing. Nice piece Brian. Thanks
I wake up sore every morning and get up quickly to move the stiffness away.
I do remember (and think fondly of) those days when I would stay in bed and revel in the morning sounds....
(nature, toilet, and otherwise).
;)
what nice and beauty Brian "good morning in your lips" what nice dear, here in the morning all are hurry!sigh!
"This morning's bird song carries beauty like well water sloshing from buckets to splatter on cobblestones in abstract..."
Hi! Brian...
Tks, for sharing your very [poetic] words [this afternoon] that compliment(s) your image quite nicely...too!
deedee ;-D
Sigh... That sure beats the shrill of the telephone delivering "Sorry, wrong number" at o'dark-hundred this morning. Great piece, Brian.
you bid it adieu? really?
such a nice feel to this brian ;-)
liked,
"sigh a double rainbow at the release
of yesterday's remnants" -
as a stand-alone, then
saw it joined
to wiping the seat, then to
saying "good morning 'round your lips"
whew! - such a gentle morning roller coaster waking, nice! ;-)
Ha! You are taken modern art very seriously here--mixing bird song and the very quotidian! As a woman, I'm glad you put the seat down!
K.
Love those first few moments on waking.
Ahh! I truly love that ending, Brian.
Pamela
Interesting combination of images. It did feel urgent. Romance? Hmmmmmmm....the coffee was almost enough buffer between wiping and lips. (smile)
Wow, you are brave to tackle the early mornings like that, B ... beautifully written ... and I admire you for that as well. Love, cat.
I'm not necessarily in love with the birds calling on the weekends, but I love the frogs lulling me to sleep in the evening.
Sweet, and real. I don't know which I enjoy more, the bird songs, the coffee or the love.
Great write as always Brian. Hope your morning is blessed tomorrow too.
Why is the reminder to "wipe the seat" screaming at me from your work? Perhaps us boys here at this house need to be better at that...
You crack me up!
Prolific as a three-peckered goat,
you are a poetic factory, a manu-
facturer of word magic, a loving
husband and father who happens
to be a poet, and finds time to
write it thirty times a day, at work,
at lunch, in parking lots, on the
backs of restaurant napkins.
You are something else, sir,
U def the Man.
A beautiful write, Brian...the imagery powerful and yes --spiritual. Simply good writing my friend.
Beautiful, Brian. I will never tire of reading your work (not the right word 'work', anything BUT, I think)! Your writing is like breathing and we share in your breath. Thank you so much! I love the early morning birdsong, even when it's sometimes the raucous hadedas...
i crack myself up sometimes magpie...smiles...yes i do take a leak in this poem...something i had not done prior to my knowledge but it fit...smiles.
That truly describes morning bliss. Coffee or tea is still available, sadly the birdsong wanes.
One of the best thing about Spring is the singing of the birds. They seem so full of joy and with the different species singing in unison, it is like a symphony.
Wonderful to hear birdsong when we awake. I always hope the blackbird will be sitting in the tree outside my window and not the jay. I think needing to pee is nature's way of getting us up in the morning.
Neatly accomplished and very atmospheric. I can even catch the ambience.
:) Sweet relief and coffee! That too, though not the symphony of birds, is a spiritual experience!
I wish I could wake up on Saturday morning again. I wish I had an art show to go to. I wish I was still in Virginia.
uh dude either sit down or lift the seat eh? Peeing half asleep is an art form but aim is a science. Dude, I don't know why but I really do like this but suggest another hours worth of rack time.
Birds calls and stuff! Oh yeah- good
approach- especially on vacation- or
in a place 'you-aren't-often' ...
I am hoping to visit NYC next week!
art, spring -Oh My! Thanks!
Brian,
I wish I could wake up with as lovely an attitude as you do. You even manage to make peeing sound like a spiritual experience!
the release
of yesterday's remnants :) cool poem and cool photograph.
You've put together about a half dozen of the top twenty things from 'The Book of Awesome', from birdsong, to relief, to coffee. Awesome.
thank you! awesome!
Love my coffee in the morning and your words to read!
Love this
Hugs
SueAnn
aw... morning my fav time
nice...love the mood in this..the symphony of the birds..heard them this morning...first sunny day and had tears in my eyes...those are just the moments that feel so real..tears again..and sorry for being so late..
"This morning's bird song carries beauty
like well water sloshing from buckets
to splatter on cobblestones in abstract"
You capture the entire piece just within these lines. Wow!
Morning rituals become art in your words.
You capture the perfect morning one should always have!
Early morning revelry...always...so tender on the ear...;) yes...
I don't know that those moments of beauty are really lost. I can still recall many from years ago. Maybe they are just buried deep.
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