A Morning Stew: Afternoon teatime exchanged for the Midnight Rodeo

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When sleep blinks from sandy eyes, 

The sun-caught window opens in surprise.

I dreamt of hoof beats running in place,

Taking my heart to a sacred space. 

Stillness now creeps under the door,

No questioning lingers from the floor.

Peace with serenity’s touch can be heard, 

Pardon the mechanical cooling oversung by a bird. 

Closer to the space I want to live,

Closer to the love I need to give. 

Ah, yes, searching and finding me-

Locked in a closet with forgotten tea.

Scared to plant two feet in soil’s ease.

Please! The heart beckons for release.

I left my cup on the counter to seep,

But no young gentleman will remind me to keep,

Time with comfort, cozy, complete.

His arms are too far to hold me in my defeat.

I turn to the horses to remind me of freedom,

Midnight oil burning away the boredom.

To type and tip, tap and clip,

A familiar rhythm with every slow sip. 

Ah! Yes! Here I take to the work ahead,

Morning and evening, every word is well said!

A dream unfolding like the one in my hoping head,

While chasing off bandits eloping me from my bed.

Author's Note

It's nice to be heard. What's your all-time favorite book? Mines a children's book called "The Last Dragon" about a little elf who finds his best friend through hardship.

Reviews

[Clif]

Hoof beats could be like the devil's footprints. And horses at midnight are reminiscent of the wild hunt.

[MarthaKlokke]

Mornings are great stuff. Excellent work. I really like this poem.

[Ms claws]

Good job! I see you're the author of your own book, How to Tame the Grumpies! Nothing wrong with living in the boonies! Sometimes the best place to write is in isolation.

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