Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Nothing Comes ~~ another Whirligig poem

A Day When Nothing Comes 
searching my mind.  Seems nothing comes to me 

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 ."

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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with    the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden,
 for her The Tuesday Platform (an open day, no prompts are given)
 - Notes: 
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."
2. THIS WEEK'S TWELVE WORDS come from "The Ancestors Explain How Envy Grew"" by Afaa Michael Weaver:
searching, impotent, molest, nightmares, cheese, moonlight, jars, curl, sun, dogs, calm, aubades*

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At Wednesday, December 16, 2015 3:30:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

I am a big fan of the aubade and thoroughly enjoyed your piece.

At Wednesday, December 16, 2015 5:15:00 AM, Blogger Marian said...

Ditto on the aubade! Love the moonlight and moonbeams.

At Wednesday, December 16, 2015 5:44:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

I feel the aubade being a relief after such night... nightmares come easy... ouch...

At Wednesday, December 16, 2015 8:34:00 PM, Blogger kaykuala said...

A serenade of "Happy Birthday" as given is one rarely received by us oldies these days.


At Friday, December 18, 2015 7:50:00 AM, Blogger Benjamin Kingery Loomis Roy Moore said...

happy birthday.


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