1.21.2011

morning greyscale

Wake up with my sweet son, and where is my old man? Ah, he has slept on the couch. So much missing wrapping up in him, I stand and stumble to the kitchen, stopping for why are you sleeping here? Of course, I would not move over and make room in the middle of the night.

Water on for coffee and here comes the morning routine. All on edge at not-even-seven-a-m, pushing the curtains open out the back and all that snow. Stopped in my groggy tracks by a pastel morning sky above the rooftops. Robin's egg blue festooned by clouds of bright pink, really bright pink, like an Easter egg.

Pinkest pink clouds and sky the brightest blue, yet there is the grey cloud of your leaving, though I have only just found you.

16 comments:

  1. Ah, love - missing someone even when they're not really gone, just too far away from our touch.

    Nice little narrative, sweet sentiment.

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  2. "All on edge at not-even-seven-a-m"
    LOVE LOVE this.
    love your prose...

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  3. this title is perfect
    "morning greyscale"

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  4. the feeling is as big as the sky.

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  5. wrought with life and hyper-life. the mundane things - coffee and grogginess and sleeping on the couch - with the glories of a masterpiece sky and the grey agonies of missing.
    isn't that the meaning of sublime?

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  6. "The grey cloud of your leaving"....beautiful writing! :-)

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  7. Oh..that last line is too too painful to contemplate... Call him back! (cries my silly heart)

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  8. So poignant and touching - the routine, the moment's awe at the beautiful sky, the missing him........love it!

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  9. Poignant, yes... and full of questions, mostly unspoken. The final line says so much:

    Pinkest pink clouds and sky the brightest blue, yet there is the grey cloud of your leaving, though I have only just found you.

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  10. Your story follows such a clearly defined line with the early a.m. stumbles. I wasn't prepared for that last stanza; in catching me by surprise it became a perfect conclusion! Very creative.

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  11. The pastel morning sky, full of hope, and then the greyness of loss..a poignant reality..beautifully done!

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