Waking Up

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

Reviews

[Me]

Beautifully written,I found it uplifting, gave me a warm fuzzy feeling...really enjoyed :) x

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

So glad you enjoyed this one!

[Aethereal]

This poem was written in a timeless classical style with its mythical mention of Eos, and burning Greek ships. This poem could have been written three thousand years ago by a pretty Greek poetess who would recite it to her friends in her garden courtyard to the tune of harps and pipes. In this case, the clock would be a sundial, and dollars and cents would be gold and silver coins.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much...I could definitely see the clock as a sundial and the "currency" as gold and silver coins. You inspire me!

[Danomaly1983]

Great poem with lots of exciting and unusual metaphors; "Eos' rosy fingers" (the morning sun), how the narrator perceives time as dollars and cents, and how "the possibilities are as infinite as the arched back of the sky". Very good description of a new day with new possibilities, Sarah :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much!

[Einstein Noodle]

well, good morning Girl Friday! a very contagious awakening. i can feel the stretch. a good day to be alive.
E.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, my dear friend!

[Souladareatease]

Ahhhhhhhhh now that's Beautiful-comfort-and coziness bundled (I swear there is a difference-cozy-comfort)
this is a morning scented with sugared vanilla--------Love these lines the best--Though all of it is Wonderful
and the crisp chill of open-windowed abandon

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I'm glad you liked the comforting nature of this one... I can be happy and optimistic on occasion :)

[Souladareatease]

hehehe Indeed- I have witnessed it many times-You are not dour :) This is just more proof to it:))) Always look for those precious pearls-no matter the mood Written it is ALWAYS Emotive--This is key to what writing strikes in me!!!

[DJ]

Another amazing write from you my friend, captivating from start to end. Beautiful work, I love reading your writes, well penned :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much, my friend...your words inspire so much.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"the possibilities are as infinite as the arched back of the sky,"

...that's it, the one line that awaits for me to stumble upon it being there! I must admit, I enjoy reading the comments your poetry evokes, just as much as the poem, itself. Another work of art!

My best,
Kelly

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Kelly...humbled...

[Jack...]

It would be nice if we could put that time in a savings accont that we could draw from everytime the need arises, though when the sun begins to peek above the horizon and the cool breath of morning greets your face in the solitude of wonder, this is the time best used spending and savoring and not so much saving. I find these mornings are mine, the quiet before earth awakens to the day ahead. A hot cup of coffee, a soft seat in the grass, the silent wings of a butterfly seeking its breakfast, my time, alone and one with who I long to be...nature.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

So true, Jack. Great words...thank you.

[Anand Sehgal]

what does it feel like to be alive?
because I have not known until this moment --

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

marvelous contemplation . Loved it .

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much, Anand!

[Anand Sehgal]

my pleasure .by reading your poems I enrich myself.

[kublakhan27]

You already had me with the first stanza, but I grew giddy when I got to vanilla...there is a good bit of vanilla in my earlier works, it's my favourite scent, and my favourite ice cream flavour for what it's worth haha This is such an uplifting and soulful piece...we should all hope to feel Eos' hand on our shoulder in the morning, rousing us from a night's slumber...I loved the idea of collecting time like money as well...both are gone before we know it...but that doesn't numb the sense of optimism I take from this piece...great work Sarah :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Mine too!!! Vanilla is the greatest. People always look at me odd when I order vanilla ice cream or a vanilla malt instead of jamocha-fudge-brownie-cake batter whatever. You humble me, my friend!

[kublakhan27]

Haha so true...ice cream is treated like alchemy these days...vanilla will always be my pick ;)