Having a smoke, drinking coffee

Somedays, the morning is good to you.

Somewhere in a picturesque mountain town

People are staring up at the sunrise

This morning I am by myself, watching my feet.

The happiness the mountain people feel must be electric

as they comment on the purples, the yellows and the sun it's self.

 

Then there is me, watching to makes sure my feet stay where they are

You see, I need a stable base

I have found that since you have been gone

This morning it is clear as Waterford crystal,

that I am all the better without you.

 

Man it must have been something like ten years

five months at least

since I have not been able to wake up and think of anyone else

This morning I thought about the characters in A Prayer For Owen Meany

You would have seemed a parody in comparison,

and I am lighter now that I can see that

and for now I am happy to have you gone.

 

I was just sitting here

having a smoke and drinking my third cup of coffee

Then it hit me like an earthquake

"Hey, silly girl, do you even notice that the wind stopped screaming yesterday?"

I didn't until just then and in the winds absence it came upon my brain

that I am no longer scribbling your name on my notebooks or etching it in my brain

And best yet, I see my feet still planted on solid ground and a smile still on my face

as I sit alone enjoying the caffeine as it pulses in my veins.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Funny how these things just come to us sometimes. I liked the, calm, in this, I could picture so much of it through your words.

Stay stable okay, it becomes you.
Antonio xx

[bob, small b. aka invs]

it sounds like a very good morning indeed.

[EMF]

'Self' and being comfortable with 'yourself' is something all us us have had trouble with over the years. Owen knew the trick. The title made me laugh, hopefully you know why. And the poem itself had a lightness about it I enjoyed, but it is still a serous theme, handled expertly with a deft touch. This is s perfect depiction of the realisation day. The day when you wake up and you are yourself again. Not a reflection in sombody elses eyes. Brilliant

[Christina May Shanaberg]

You said "it" in nutshell with this one. There comes a time, after a break-up, that you didn't want that you stop feeling hurt or quilty and want to become yourself, again. There comes a time when you don't think of them each morning, with all of your mourning and sadness. There comes a day when the world is, only, yours again. A time that you are, once again, on solid ground!