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How It Goes
Early in the morning, right before the break of day, standing at the transom one eye turned to either way, soaking in the silence of the crisp December air, trying to remember what he did to get back there. How … Continue reading
Arise, New Day
Arise, new day, your way much like the last, one footstep forward further from the past; and in your wake leave only settling dust that would try to preserve because it must, or else subside to shadows that soon fade … Continue reading
The First Day
If this is the first day of what life remains, who cares if there’s sunshine or thunder and rain? Both have their own virtues, each pleasure and pain; though different, a good deal the same. If this is the first … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, grief, James Taylor, living, loss, memory, morning, optimism
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No Surprise This Morning: an alba or aubade
That morning comes again is no surprise; the laws of physics have not been withheld, nor has the motion of the planets, if those laws are merely whims, been held at bay. No vengeful demons or vain deities have paused … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, alba, aubade, destiny, inevitability, love, morning, space, wonder
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This Morning’s Song
The song I sing this morning is not new. In fact, its birth predates even my own; yet in between the phrases, now and then, it’s me, and not the tune, that you’ll hear groan. Why is this melody upon … Continue reading
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Tagged communication, contentment, happiness, morning, relationships, singing, songs, survival
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A Different Sunrise: an alba
What light may break through the scrub trees that line the well-groomed yard at dawn is thin and pale, its weight degrees less than it when it lingers on the lower depths, the southern end, below the Orleans waterline; there … Continue reading
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Tagged alba, Albert Einstein, daily poems, morning, New Orleans, poetic forms, relativity
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Whence the morning comes
All brave words pale to whimpered, mewling sighs; great structures crumble to their timber’s dust; aged soldiers’ shouts turn into babies’ cries, their heroism’s bread gnawed to the crust. Proud governments dissemble into gangs; philosophers’ grand speeches become babbles; elaborate … Continue reading
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Tagged beauty, defeat, disillusion, grace, morning, pointlessness, religion, spirituality
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