Tale of the Day Begins

The Day Begins


In the morn, ‘tween dark and light
Morning breaks in silent thunder.
Body succumbs to a wave of slumber.
What will arouse this limping carcass
That drags behind the willing heart?
Senses rest despite the wake.

Vision blurred; eyes reluctant…
Java drips from yonder pot.
Welcomed fragrance enters my nares.
Alas the trumpet and bells alarm,
Reminiscence of responsibilities
Calendar waits for nothing; no one.

As the shower head begins to cry
Naked obedience enters within.
Standing, hoping soap finds my hands,
Eyes won’t open; joints won’t move…

Alas, warm water returns muscles from stones.
Loosened statue takes on life, music flows.


Cleansing rain weeps no more.

Warm towel invites the dew.

Cool brisk material drapes my body.

Mirror reflects recognizable image

A face I’ve grown to endure.


Distant steps, then, abrupt knocking
Breaks my morning trance.
Alert for the message, the guest is beckoned.
Response is familiar, ever repeating….
MOM! Are you done? I gotta go….
And thus my day begins.

written by Dovepoetess
Copyright February 2005