OhCalamity for Ordinary woman

just a poem

 

 

 

Oh Calamity

 

 

I hear the sleepy twitterings

of small birds stirring at first light.

Insistently my alarm rings

and puts all chance of sleep to flight.

 

I rise and wash and shave and dress.

without a single conscious thought.

 My mind rejecting wakefulness,.

 A routine battle which is fought

 

 each morning when I first arise

 in the early hours of the dawn.

I knuckle my unseeing eyes

and curse the day that I was born. 

 

The smell of coffee permeates

 into my still somnolent brain

The rich aroma stimulates

and brings me back to life again.

 

I realise to my dismay

 that I have made a grave mistake.

 Today is not a working day

 but sadly now I’m wide awake.

 

23-Feb-08

Reviews

[Brenda Sue]

Very cute. It made me smile. I have done the same thing, time and time again. Wonderfully penned. Great job.

[The Tao of Bri]

"I knuckle my unseeing eyes
and curse the day that I was born."

playful poem filled with veracity... The pondering/the realizing/the accepting.. nice!~B