Nothing Comes ~~ another Whirligig poem
impotent memory, lost at the start
molest my cells from their sleep, "Awaken!"
nightmares come so easy, just close my eyes
cheese, melted and stringy, green, what's the use
moonlight streaming through the window
jars full of moonbeams, I remember now
curl up in my chair, morning is coming
sun is over the horizon, early
dogs sense it too, this day is to be mine
calm now, have to dress, look my very best
aubades* they'll serenade, "Happy Birthday ."
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden,
for her The Tuesday Platform (an open day, no prompts are given)
1. *aubades: "... love poems or songs welcoming or lamenting the arrival of the dawn. The form originated in medieval France. See John Donne’s “The Sun Rising” and Louise Bogan’s “Leave-Taking.” Browse more aubade poems."
searching, impotent, molest, nightmares, cheese, moonlight, jars, curl, sun, dogs, calm, aubades*