The sitting poems 36

 

Morning creeps 
by with 
the speed of
a child
that doesn't
want to
go to 
school.

it comes
to my eyes
like a 
misty water
colored
memory.

three eggs
are carefully
placed on
the kitchen
counter,

waiting perhaps
for some omelet
to magically
appear in
a skillet on
top of my
iron stove,

and I
accept it
all with 
pomp
and circumstance,

of thoughts

of you,

 

That live

thousands

of miles

from me.,



and far away 
I wonder 
how your
morning is
coming to
be,

and I 
smile.

and pause

and wish
I could ask
you..

 

the simplest

of questions.



bacon? or

ham. ?

 

and then 

my life

would be

complete.

 

 

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Darren J Beaney

Fri 8th Jun 2018 07:01

Love the opening and the idea of time creeping by like a child not wanted to go to school!! 👍👍👍

Sometimes the simplest questions are the hardest to ask.

Great stuff!

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