Morning Comes To Order

 
Caught in the bottleneck of a couch I call comfortable,
the sun sends morning slices through the blinds
and all is yellow; slats, eggs, my stomach after a night
that slipped through to morning too quickly

There is a colorful bruising of blue here
Somewhere a vacation has joined my heartbeat
I am too good natured to become bitter, mildly berserk,

a cerebral stretch of coastline becoming endangered

I am looking for the things that run free to change,
that stretch outside the norm and proclaim diversity
Instead there is a plate laid out on the table,
toast, eggs, and jam arranged carefully into a clock

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

Wonderful juxtaposition of the desire for order (no matter how seriously we are supposed to take that) with the notions of disorder; indeed, the last image of a typical breakfast served in a orderly arrangement, but as a clock is perfect--Exhibit A as to how madness can have a certain order. It's technical brilliance, but it's subtle, almost unnoticed, because of the affecting quality of the writing.

[Phibby Venable]

Wk, thank you so much. Your support over the years has been priceless to my work and confidence xo

[Ken Simm.]

The colours, smells and tastes of a morning I've always thought could not be adequately expressed in words, or paintings for that matter. But you have managed it . And not only that you have managed it wonderfully.

[Ed Hart]

you ascend the province of poetry in beautiful fashion...taken in the whole, it is a wonderful thing to behold...and we both know, i'm not a 'praisey' person