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Author Name: Freewritelady 6 Comments
Date Added: January 16, 2005 10:01:28 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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On This Morning
On this morning

I want to be a child again.

I am standing here, knee deep in leaves,

still in my nightgown,

The sun yet wiping the sleep sand from her eyes.

There is noone around, the world still softly sleeps.

Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks,

and my old stray Tom cat,

who sits on the stoop, stares at me with such wisdom.

"Go ahead, jump," he says to me,

And I do.

I can smell the rotting things, the dampness of the earth, still fresh in the morning.

I am covered in what was green only weeks ago,

I watched them flag me, and then fall from grace.

They cover my naked legs, prickling me, worn out from a full season of growth and dieing.

I look up and there are more coming down;

they ride the same breeze that ruffles the hem of my nightgown and makes goose bumps apear on my warm flesh.

They land so softly; like whispers to the earth.

"Shhhhh," they are saying, "Shhhhhh...."

And I lay there quietly,

drinking it all in to the point of inebriation.

The smells, the sounds, the silence.

I drink and drink, I am so thirsty.

I watch the sun come to life.

I stand up and see they are clinging to me everywhere..

I want to dance and scream,

run and have someone chase me.

I am ten years old again.

I brush off the leaves;

The old cat is smiling at me, nodding his approval.

Only he knows my secret.

On this morning,

I was a child again.
Author's Notes:
I am usually up very early in the morning; I like being able to watch each day unfold. I went out one day to feed my stray cats, and a pile of leaves beckoned to me...
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Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on November 20, 2008 08:19:55 AM Report
Yes I agree the early mornings are the best time of day, the world is renewed an refreshed. The singing of the birds sounds wonderful even if they are really saying "Fuck off you lot - keep of my patch. Don't you mess with me! This is my patch. And if you are a hen come here and I'll give you one!"



Comment By: FreeSteve on May 13, 2008 01:06:43 PM Report
A soft and gentle poem that makes the reader feel they are walking along with you.  It takes a special person to write like that. 
Comment By: FreeRoss McCague Rosco on January 27, 2006 12:31:15 PM Report
This is a beautiful work. Every line works and draws you through. Extremely well done!
Comment By: Free1 on January 21, 2005 08:26:15 AM Report
Oh, This piece belongs in a museum of books filled with true poetry. If only!
You are a wonderful writer.
I love the way you describe the morning, the earth and it's smells. The child playing in leaves. What a neat poem indeed. I look forward to reading more of your work as it surfaces.

Sincerely, Ara-Thot2Deep
Comment By: FreeMary F. Charest on January 18, 2005 12:39:55 PM Report
Amazing. I love your style of writing.
Comment By: FreeLubaina on January 16, 2005 12:11:52 PM Report
Another one for the top ten list! Great write... you have an awesome talent! Hope to have you visit me sometime!



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