at last

today the sky lies alone, drear grey

sans sun, sans a sound of coos or caws

pale cheeked sheep blend with hawthorn,

brown cows match mess of yesterday's meal

four uniformed girls yawn in unison

uncombed, cornflakes staring at spoons

mother peeps her purse - one assigned note,

deletes cake, adds over-ripe bananas

key in door, dad enters, eyes shadowed, 

part time work rare, army once regular

kettle whistles - one milk bottle clinks

milkie sings with the breeze, shift near done

church bell beckons about time calling

doctor looks from window, merely looking 

breasted hills reveal sweet mignonettes- 

life perfumed improves by the moment 

frantic logs sprit crazed movements, dad 

yawns, exodus sighs him to sleep - at last

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Working night shift, rarely seeing family...those few moments of interaction and then
sleeping by the fire...sometimes life just meets coming and going as do the people in it.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Your last thirteen words say it all, dear friend. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

[Robert Trakofler]

What a lovely snapshot of the birth of a new day inside the kitchen of my mind You always give just enough to make my imagination stir about:) Of course, being the bunny I have to ponder the lines and ask myself if she was painting an old memory or if it was just her imagination at work:/

[emmajoygreen]

As to your last comment, Bunny - a combination of both! Many thanks for such a kind review. I'll be visiting.

[Vol]

EmmaJoy!
The machinegun observations most of us experience, but take no time to notice, are more important than we know. They are the essence of life, and we no longer appreciate the job our eyes do so well. I read one time that Cubism arose when the roads in and around Paris were paved and automobiles became common... at thirty miles per hour all we see are shapes and colors, the beautiful details of Victorian gingerbread became irrelevant as Picasso and the others were quick to point out. It is a refreshing thing for us when we slow down and wonder why the birds are quiet, the fatigue of our loved ones, "Breasted hills reveal orange-coral
life is improving by the minute"
all in the midst of
"Frantic brushing, crazed movements"
I love your eye, your style...
Vol

[emmajoygreen]

Many thank yous, Vol! Have never before read that way of explaining Cubism" Been told it is how the artist sees the lay of shapes in space. Guess similar - in my book anyway!

Again - and belatedly, thank you for such kindness

[Vol]

The origins of any important artistic movement are merely the opinions of those folks who get their observations published... insight is nothing more than making a few connections from a given P.O.V.
based on a million prejudices and influences.

[emmajoygreen]

Now then, you have left me more to think about! My coming week is going to be very full!

[Cassie]

Yours words are a burst of energy. Thank you for this

[emmajoygreen]

Cassie,your feelings and opinions are always truly and warmly appreciated. Wish there were fewer miles between us. Take care of yourself, keep safe and please, keep in touch. Hugs, Em..

[Cassie]

Aww thank you Em, its 9 a, here, I have read your review and felt so nice, it is amazing how a simple review can make my morning this much. Thankyou

[Leigh]

Your few words say so much proving how little is needed. A flash of information and the mind works out a possible solution

[emmajoygreen]

As a first class blatherer will take that as a compliment but 'more' can reach for trails of unknown - let's day, knowledge.. a difference.

[Soren]

I like the style, short snapshot images. They bounce from one scene to the next telling the story. The stanza "Breasted hills reveal orange-coral
life is improving by the minute"
was a wonderful line. All in all the brief glimpses of each scene gave me the sense of sleepy eyes and morning with the passing of time.

[emmajoygreen]

You, dear friend, have interpreted so well. Many thank yous, as always,. :)

[Chris]

This is what magyk is al about.

[emmajoygreen]

White witch calling across space to say 'thank you so very much, dear Chris.' Take great care, keep safe, please.

[Betty Hermelee]

The up and downs of a working family crafted in a beautiful scene of an ordinary day...your words are what makes this so real... they pop out like flowers in a painting....at day end at last a minute's time to think and rest....stunning Emma
Best, B.

[emmajoygreen]

Betty, dear friend, many thanks for such a generous review! Wishing you everything you wish.. and more. :)

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome EM
Best to you, have a good weekend!
B.

[Lorry]

A beautifully painted picture in words yet again Emma, of a day in the life of so many, just waking and sleeping to a new dawn.

[emmajoygreen]

Seems that is most - if not all people wish for - sleeping to a new dawn. Sincerely wishing that for you after your recent wretched time in hospital, Lorry. Take care, keep safe.. always.

[Lorry]

Thankelations dear lady. 😊

[Lydia Shutter]

What a scene you created with your words. Four tired girls wearing school uniforms and wishing they were not at the breakfast table. Mom arranging the day for everyone and Dad coming home after the night shift. A very real poem, Emma. Life as it is in many homes around the world. Lydi**

[emmajoygreen]

Yes, dear Lydi, that is how it is in many homes about the world.. humdrum. unexciting but reality and often.. one hopes, the occasional smile. Take care of yourself, keep safe, Lydi. x