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For an opinionated woman such as I, blogging is an excellent outlet. This is one of many fori that I use to bloviate. Enjoy! Comment on my commentary.

Daybreak 6 a.m.

The moon is still up at 6 a.m.
I am impressed. I expected it
To go into hiding as it expected
The sunrise. No, it is a watchful 
And diligent guardian of the sky.
It will not rest until it hands its
Duties over to the dawning day.
Now, even with the daylight, it's 
Hovering at the top of my sky

Mourning

I will mourn you when
You're gone, and those
Rites of your passing 
Allow my grief out from
The volcano the furnace
The seismic pressure
I am holding together
While you live each day
As less of who you are
Diminished, diminishing 
Lost but still here, still
Mine, not fully mine, and
Not always lost. Still
Funny, silly, bitter, and 
Yes, still sweet. My love
No longer the helpmate,
The lover, the champion
Of our lives. Still lost. I
Will mourn you now and
Then. I will mourn. Now

[Originally written May 27, 2024, but posted in November 2024]

Yes, I hear a love song in this tune

I say love, and I am sincere
Sincere in my deep, soft love
But what I mean is tenderness
That's a whole new feeling. No
Edges, so it's smoother. It's a
Bit sweeter, but no, it is not at
All cloying. Tenderness is like
Velvet not silky or slick but it
Too is deep and soft. It too is
Sincere and heartfelt. Felt in
The heart, that's where love
Lives, at least metaphorically 
Love and tenderness inhabit
All of me, engage every sense. 
My face, it relaxes, eases into
A smile, a sigh of tenderness
Sincere as my love is sincere
Deep as my love is deep and
Soft as the sigh is soft. I say
Love yet tenderness is what
Sings to me, deeply, sweetly
There is river and it has all the overblown drama 
Of a heated novella where only 
the dysfunctional
Functions. Eddys swirl in defiance
of a stirred sky
A sky in which clouds speak with force demanding
Center stage, commanding the spotlight and
Grasping at the picturesque in an
unrestrained 
Hulabaloo and volumes, nay reams
that outline 
Light and shadow. It's a fierce competition 
For our attention, for our love, for 
our respect

Fall sky

There it is. Just enough red in
The evening sky to put me on
Notice for one more glorious
Fall day. Autumns that aren't 
Too chill for a quiet outdoors
Sit. Not too cool for school, so
I can be as dorky as I like when
I walk around marveling at new
Turned leaves, some redder than
This dusk sky, some tricked out
In pumpkin orange. A season I 
Favor over even the spring, that
Season of awakening promise.
The fall has the bite that melted 
In the summer, but no, it's not
Too cool. Not now. Not just yet.

Early

The dark will soon struggle
To meet the rising light. It's 
Still and eerie, this early late
Night. Early to bed early to
Rise, I am not wealthy. Nor
Wise. I am awake in a pre-
Dawning, in a pre-morning
Yet I have slept and dreamt
Now I await the sun's rise
Like any office worker, will
Have my coffee. I am up
Before the first rooster's 
Crow though no rooster
Perches on my city steps
Daylight will emerge from
Night's darkest hours. It
Will lighten. The sky will
Be a revelation after the
Difficulties of a starless 
Night. Maybe there were
Stars, like the crowing
Rooster unheard in the
Thrum of a city street, 
Stars are darkened by 
City street lights, lights
That do not illuminate
The deep dark of night
The sun will clarify its
Gloomy intensity, it will
Brighten into a singing
Light.  A new day sits
Beyond, opens like a
Flower in springtime, 
Steals hope from doom

Creaky

It wasn't like this, you say.
Everything hurts. Why do
You think that is? You ask
But I haven't the heart to
Place the blame squarely
Where it belongs, age, It's 
A starting point, I am sure.
My cousin Daniela, I miss
Her, like I miss my mother, 
She, Daniela, would say it's
The aches in the morning 
That prove we're still alive.
I answer your question and
I say no it never was like this
When we were young. I was
Never stiff or slow. Nothing 
Hurt to the bone. That's true.