Let's See

Let's see if I have woken up
with a poem in my heart,
as Elena, my poet-friend,

the best poet I know

under the age of fifty,
has wished for me.


Morning gives me a blurry brain
and moderate energy of body
asserting itself against
the sluggishness of mind.


I wake to a hundred small annoyances,
like needles if not swords of Damocles,
hanging above my harried soul:

people to call, things to do,

errands and tasks and repentances.


I wake up grateful to have done so,
and grateful for the instant coffee
making the nerves more alert.


The forecast says 54 degrees

(twelve to you folks who reckon

in Celsius) and rain all day.

As the artsy student at U Mass

would always say, intransitive,
without the preposition: I can deal.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-23 at 11:38

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Very ingenious! I especially like the wit of the last stanza.