Midnight Clarity

Rookie (Isles of Scilly living in Barbados)

Monday Morning - Poem by Midnight Clarity

The tea is layered fragrance
in my mouth
the melted cheese is bland,
an ersatz cheddar
with none of the expected
tang and tantalize
to offset the char,
the texture
of the toast.
A lazy woman’s breakfast,
fast finger food
that lets me read
one handed,
type two fingered,
multi task my life
fast forward
on the clock.
Daylight, sun-time
flinging back the
heavy drape of night
all filled with dreams
and horses, mares
to ride us ragged
in the dark
carousel cycle
that spins once
in twenty four
always in the black.
The needs and musts
and have-to’s start
to gather, waving arms
made strong by
guilt I won’t accept
as mine. The thoughts
of others have only
the dominion I allow
and Mondays I am strong
allowing none.
I drink my tea,
wallowing in fragrance
and think of love.

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  • (2/4/2008 8:10:00 AM)

    Beautiful.... stunning work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 4, 2008

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