I Get Out Of Bed Every Morning Poem by Jette Blackstone
I Get Out Of Bed Every Morning
because I think it's amazing to be alive.
Sometimes when my eyes open, I just say,
thanks. It wasn't always this way.
And that's why I'm so grateful about it.
What's better than knowing someone
cares whether or not you exist?
That's why I say good morning
to my husband, my dogs, my kids, myself.
First thing… I walk down the hall and I wake my dog.
And while to some it might appear that I love him
more than anyone else, it simply isn't true.
Love has no volume, no number; it's as available
as the air you're breathing right now.
But the way my dog pops his head up from deep repose,
ears tweaked, tail popping and pointing when I walk in the room,
enlivens me more than caffeine ever could.
He never says, Come back later,
in the way that sleep deprived teenagers do;
and he's never bitter.
And then there's the way you feel
when you touch their soft fur
and they roll over for more and then lick your face.
By that point, I'm fully awake, ready to tackle anything.
And I always make sure I have some treats ready for him:
a bit of bologna or a bully stick will suffice.
Whether it's making breakfast, calling the kids down,
or writing a poem, He's right there with me, ready
for another treat. Ready for a lick, just ready
for whatever. And when he looks at me, head cocked
slightly to the side, I'm glad I'm awake.
He never disappoints, always knows I'll do the right thing.
I love my family, but I always live up to the dog.
Just about to get up myself, and I'm so glad I read this. It fits in well with what I was just thinking about my own attitude. You make me want to have a dog again! Thank you.
I saw and felt the scene But more intensely than in a film For the words and feelings were so vividly conceived That the visual was not necessary All you had to do was read and feel. One of the most beautiful and touching poems, I have ever read.
I can so relate to this experience you have shared here! I had a dog - a dachshund which i loved so much. On his eighth year he died and we filled the vacuum with another of the same breed which we loved even more. After giving us company for six years, he too died which was so much of a shock to all of us. After that I haven't kept a dog.... and we still miss him! Your dog I am sure is such a cute companion to you. A sure friend who never disappoints! A lovely poem! Somehow by reading one single poem of yours, I feel quite close to you! Enjoyed reading it much! A sure 10. When you have time, you may read my poem A Tribute to My Dog, if you son't mind!
I will look for your poem Valsa. Thanks so much for reading some of my work. Take care.
Please reach down and give that sweet dog a chuckle under the chin and a rub behind the ear for me. This was a very easy to read poem- so easy to read that one could miss the fine attention to detail that went into the writing of it. So well written I walked along side of you and your thoughts were so familiar they must have passed magically from person to person, mother to mother, woman to woman, survivor to survivor. I thank God everyday for the blessings that he gave us- -companionship of an animal who seems to live and breathe for our company.- the new day to live with both excited moments and calm and serene moments and even the routine moments! Bless you. 10!
jette, i became aware of you from your comment on my poem, and now i'm checking your stuff out. choosing to list your poems in order of posting, i came on this one first, and i it's delightful. it's natural-sounding, it flows, it's vivid in its descriptions, and i like the you that comes through in it. most exceptional line for me on the first read-through: love has no volume. since i know little about you, i wonder how long you've been writing poetry. if i had to guess, it'd be you're not a newcomer to the craft. however, new or a veteran, you might consider dividing the poem into shorter stanzas when there's a shift in thought—the way you would writing prose when a shift calls for a new paragraph. the main reason: it's less daunting to a reader than seeing on continuous block of type. on to more of yours. all the best to you! glen kappy
Hi Glen. Thank you so much for your kind comment and bit of advice. I always appreciate a critical eye. For this poem, I purposely put all the words into one giant stanza because the speaker never stops until the end. I also experimented with the line breaks, trying to find new meanings within lines. True, though, sometimes a longer poem is more daunting for the reader. This poem was a usual departure from my typical style, but I thoroughly enjoyed it and thoroughly love that dog! :) All the best to you too, Glen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Brilliant and amazing poem is shared with much care...10
Thank you for commenting Kumarmani. Take care. :)