I like to slide
out of bed early
like a letter
out of an envelope
without bumping
anything
so he won’t wake up.
But he stirs
and his first command
of the day
hits me like a knuckle
sandwich. “Turn
the air off.” Yes,
master. He falls back
to sleep and I become
transfixed by the morning.
Today, the trees
are entangled
in a hairnet of fog.
The oak leaves
are shiny as rubber
gloves from the dew.
I sit in the silence
with myself
but only
for a little while.
16 comments:
Fantastic imagery..I like the idea of sliding out of an envelope each morning..I am glad that the silence wasn't for long..Jae
I, too, liked that line. The every-dayness of the relationship is nice next to the small natural escape. We all need that. Nice job.
Nice work with words and imagery. My 3WW: http://verseinanutshell.wordpress.com/2011/06/29/next/
Great imagery.
I like the way this flows to a gentle conclusion.
I love the strong images, beautiful language here, Linda!
Effective and moving! I want to shout to her... "Run!" "Leave!" "Now!"
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/06/29/another-saturday-night/
Fantastic images. I loved the hairnet of fog. That's great.
magical,
love the nature imagery.
keep up the excellence.
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Oh wow. Sliding of bed like a letter from an envelope, hairnet of fog, oak leaves as shiny as rubber gloves...you just strung beautiful images together. Love this.
I really enjoyed this. I can't decide if she's a slave/servant or sarcastic and not a morning person. I like the ambiguity.
A beautiful, sensitive poem. I think she wishes she could enjoy her silent solitude longer. The 'yes master' comment said it all for me. I agree with Kim Nelson.
I smell of slavery here...But yeah, our e'day tonic of tasks are no less than one! Well portrayed...Nice use of words and the simple form was awe-inspiring...the last two lines being the best!
very interesting, a haunting quality sadness.
Touching, sad, vulnerable, beautiful. I like this very much, Linda!
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