I don't think I was intended to be a morning person. Mornings have always been a struggle for me.
I know, I know. Morning is the best part of the day for the writer. Other concerns have not begun to intrude. The house is quiet. The brain is rested, ready to rev. Here's a whole new day beckoning.
But for me it's ... well, it's just morning. It takes me a little while to build some momentum.
I roll over, get one foot on the floor, then the other. I stand. I go teetering off in the general direction of the keyboard. I find the switch, flick it on.
By this time I have both eyes open. Things are starting to come into focus. And then, look out. Oh, look out! I'm starting to roll. I may be writing soon.
This one was first published in Capper's:
Catching a Wave
Down the avenues of my early-morning
mind zooms a flood of crowded, honking
thoughts that seek a place to park.
I
’m too tired to direct traffic, too stressedto sort them out. That must wait till later,
tongue losing its taste of suede, on the
verge of talk. But then they
’re gone, nota thought in sight, not a word of that
early-morning roar. Perhaps tomorrow.
© 1999
Afterthoughts ... in response to your comments:
Thank you, punky. I wouldn't want this to become a divisive public issue, but it's nice to know someone else feels the same way I do about mornings.
Oh, those lost thoughts, Faye, as you know, are such fragile things. Just a slight touch of neglect and - POOF! - they're gone. I've learned that the hard way. Still, a little investment of a scrap of paper, a little time, and they can be rescued. Easier said than done, of course.
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Today's word:
momentum
2 comments:
I am with you on the morning thing. This entry truly made me smile, Thank You.
I totally identify, especially with lost thoughts. They're gone forever neath the streets of Boston, they're the thoughts that never return. I'm awfully glad yours do return and build themselves into the wonderful series of words that you put here for all of us to enjoy.
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