it’s dark out
this morning;
the rain and winds and storm and car alarm of the evening
mostly subsided,
but still threatening to continue on
into
the rest of the day
today
morning
January 27, 2024
excitable
dog
exciting
morning
puppies
jumping all over each other
puppies
so stoked to be alive
and among other
exciting
excitable
puppy
dogs
January 14, 2024
the soundtrack of our morning
includes:
skipped songs on a playlist
whenever they have words to them,
the soft stomps of a puppy
forcing me to play with her
and whatever toy she brings me,
the tippity taps of fingers on keys
from my poetry
and kip’s programming,
and the cat
somewhere
somewhere
in this building.
January 8, 2024
jazzy morning
until i get my head on straight
until i can see the light come in
through the window
onto my screen
into my eyes
and i can be fully awake
for this day
coming by
August 7, 2023
rain pouring/
pounding
on our little roof,
waking me up
long before the sound
of our collective alarms,
but lulling me into
a false sense of security
that i would be able to
fall gently asleep
once more
instead the internet/
and uneven droplets/
and awkward room temperature/
and brightness sneaking in
from a gentle sunrise
outside
kept me up since 5
and now
at 8:30
i’m downing this coffee
just to stay
alive
(but at least the weather is as spooky as our morning music)
August 2, 2023
tired
inspired
driven
distracted
saddened
and suddenly
maddened
and then
a little
glad
and
that’s just what i can describe
of my emotions
this morning
no wonder i always come back
to
exhausted
July 1, 2023
night writing
no longer the default
no longer the place at
which i’ll
stop
and ponder
and get stuck in the mud of my mentally ill mind
come find me in the sun
come find me in the morning
come find me when the day has just begun
because night writing
is no longer
my home
May 23, 2023
these mornings
these poems
they all slip together
to become something akin to
a giant gentle monster
overwhelming
overshadowing
but still cuddly as anything
(cuddly as me)
and i don’t know if this beast is one
i could ever tame
or if it needs to be free
wild
as uncontrollable
and uncontrolled
as i so desperately want to be
May 21, 2023
my brain started the day
just craving sleep
it moved on to listing/spreadsheeting/
organizational breathing deep—-
the calm that comes from analytical endeavors
and i assumed that would negate the need for poetry
but my surprise rises in perpetuity
as i spit rhymes and find lines i didn’t know i
craved
with the very soul of me
i’ve expressed so much in so little time
in so very few lines
and it’s not even 9…
February 17, 2023
wake
myself up
with poetry
widen my eyes
with words
pump my veins
with phrases
of soft rhymes
and alliterations
and pick up the pace
of morning
with stanzas of
longing
and beauty
wake
myself up
with poetry
kipventures 