MORNING DEXTERITY CHALLENGE-a poem 6-24-17
Because my body makes me
do it
Mostly against my
comfort-loving will
I write my lines early in
the morning
Before the light of day
takes its stance
And thus my theme is
darkness
Yet as the poets tell us
Ad infinitum I might add
The darkness reaches
zenith
Or I suppose for darkness
the nadir is the zenith
Just before the dawn
So my befuddled morning
brain slides back and forth
from hope to blackness
just as those tiny bee-bees
try to find a place to
land in Santa’s
nose and ears in that toy
designed
to challenge the dexterity
of Christmas day
That little unnamed thing
designed to keep children
Out of sight and trouble
for at least a moment or
two
That thing everyone has
tried and knows about
but is so hard to describe
in a poem
what was I writing about,
anyway?
JRMcF
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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