In the Muffled Hum of Morning


See?
We have classified information
for you about our own IQs,
and the way the moon
cases the joint every morning
before she disappears, a fading
portrait of her own curiosity.

It’s been years since we’ve
stopped living, stopped giving
this cracked open eggshell day
its due. Won’t you
tell me how to keep going?
Keep growing roots. Keep knowing
my own wings, somehow.

Wait, stop
right there, by that slice of silence.

Can you hear me
………………now?

 

 

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Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 7. This is the one with all the prompts so far. 😉 

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6 Responses to In the Muffled Hum of Morning

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    Wow. I love it, especially cracking open the “egg shell day”, and keeping on knowing one’s own wings. Wonderful.

  2. Marie Elena says:

    Oh you beautiful poetic soul, you! Fabulous!

  3. Shawna says:

    Love, love, love.

    “We have classified information
    for you about our own IQs” … Do tell!

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