Waking UpA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)my eyes have adjusted to Eos’ rosy fingers -- the
waking Queen beyond my casement fans her fronds to
form shadow wings upon my walls, and I am revived from a curious sort of dreamless
stasis this
is a morning scented with sugared vanilla and
the crisp chill of open-windowed abandon what does it feel like to be alive? because I have not known until this moment -- I
have collected minutes and hours like dollars and cents, counting
them until my fingers are numb
forgetting to
stop the clock (occasionally) to savor unmarked time but
today the sun is bright the
restraints of worry and regret are
burning like Greek ships before battle the
possibilities are as infinite as the arched back of the sky, because these early hours are for lounging contemplation -- these precious pearls belong to me © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on August 26, 2013Last Updated on August 26, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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