“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

6.29.2011

waking


this morning.
sleep interrupted by cat,
heart through half opened eyes.
heat banging on the windows, begging to come inside and cool off.
a slow coca-cola,
a late shower,
and the songs of mockingbirds with breakfast.

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13 comments:

  1. Even with interupted sleep it sounds like a wonderful morning.

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  2. ..i never thought of it that way, heat banging on the windows to come in. what a lovely choice of words. your word choices never fail to amaze me and cause me to pause. thank you always for writing for us.
    in fond regard, Tilda

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  3. ..love that phrase "heat banging on the windows" ...

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  4. good morning,
    i love that that line about the heat...you're just so dang good.
    I can see why you're a published author.
    I just came by for a cookie.
    I'm a cookie fanatic.
    Uh..huh
    glenda

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  5. Ohhhhh... loving this. Esp the mockingbirds with breakfast. xo

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  6. that is my favorite way to have breakfast. love the heart... we had Spring weather here today, cool 70s, I will send some of it your way. xoxo

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  7. can you tell the heat to go away .. really love this ..it is so easy to see and feel in my mind and heart ..

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  8. beautiful stuff.
    I'm a new reader of your blog, but I'm already in love.
    Keep it coming. :)

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  9. Mockingbirds are among my favorite bird companions, carrying messages to me when I see their wingflash of white...

    ...glad they joined you for breakfast

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  10. heat banging on the windows, begging to come inside and cool off.

    Love this..... it could be here right now. We have such a hot and humid weather.

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  11. Yet another post on your lovely blog that I keep returning to. Thanks for continuing to publish poetry.

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