Weekend Morning
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This was an assignment for a creative writing class. The intent was to do a poem in the 'voice' or style of another poet. I chose the free form style of George Lober, whose work I admire for its emotional honesty and clarity.
Weekend Morning
I’m awake, but do not move.
Diffused light blinks past the drapes, silently
Shadowing her graying hair.
I just watch Nelly breathe.
I want her to wake up, but don’t want to wake her.
So maybe just peering round at her
Will cause her to
Open her eyes and smile.
She’s a plain old woman now, except
When she smiles like lighting a room.
Phantom and real pains nightly
Exhaust my wife.
Our American Eskimo will soon be clicking her claws;
Old dog and old master - old friends - go stealthily answer nature.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2021
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