11.23.2015

Monday Morning Breaks

Morning breaks on crooked arm,
From dreams I resist sun.
(Wake, wake, you slugabed,
Work needs to be done.)

Very greatly, lassitude
Tethers me to bed.
(But without your work-a-day
Children won’t be fed.)

In a slumber well intact
Fortunes visit me.
(To collar me in dream-land
They beg on bended knee.)

Sleep-dismissing day and work,
Spirits drag me down.
(You’ve no use for daylight.
Sink, sink and drown.)

Last-ditch fury, roil the quilts
Of my tender sleep.
(May as well stop fighting.
Laugh, laugh the deep.)


#23 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans, styled after a poem titled "In Arcady" by William Cosmo Monkhouse (1840-1901).
Posted by Marian at 6:32 AM
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12 comments:

  1. BlogorattiNovember 23, 2015 at 8:58 AM

    A wonderful piece, dreamy and vivid.

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 23, 2015 at 2:44 PM

    "But without your work-a-day, children wont be fed." Arising with a cackle is a good approach.

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  3. Kerry O'ConnorNovember 23, 2015 at 3:43 PM

    I didn't want to get up this morning either.

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  4. Gillena CoxNovember 24, 2015 at 2:27 PM

    very candid write, though you have put so much fun into the writing. takes me back to my pre retirement years

    have a nice Tuesday

    much love...

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  5. brudbergNovember 24, 2015 at 2:59 PM

    There are those mornings... especially when sleet are pounding windows.

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  6. ♡November 24, 2015 at 3:57 PM

    I'm going to read this to my husband. Hee hee.

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  7. colleenNovember 24, 2015 at 7:57 PM

    Love the sing song conversation here.

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  8. JimNovember 25, 2015 at 1:06 AM

    I like your Cat Stevens type opening. And I love the sluggard admonishments. Modern Proverbs.
    Why don't I think of these ways?
    . .

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  9. AnonymousNovember 25, 2015 at 4:09 AM

    So that's what the sleepyhead folk were singing when Day tore me up from Night!

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  10. AnonymousNovember 25, 2015 at 7:01 AM

    Like the way the poem flows with the lines in parentheses...

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  11. Carol CampbellNovember 25, 2015 at 8:07 AM

    The call of the bed is strong and loud!

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  12. Susie ClevengerNovember 25, 2015 at 4:26 PM

    Morning is not my friend anymore. You describe so well the urge to remain in bed, but I love how you ended it...."laugh"

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