Some Mornings
Sometimes there’s a morning when the sun just hits
you in the face, and all the star-touched soft-sigh moments from last night seem to
crystalize as rough, scrape your tongue hardness
I don’t mean hungover, when tarry tired eyes can be
a promise, an oath, that wild bodies rode waves of sound and
unreproached joy just hours before
I mean the mornings where you had just hit that sweet REM when
a faint bark and the gentlest eyes let you know it’s time to walk instead
the mornings where the bakery with iced coffee that makes you feel like
maybe you’re really living that city life they show in the movies
is closed, and not closed
for renovations, just for the sweet short window
between your sleep and work
the mornings where the eggs you made the night before have caked
to the pan like armor
like the strongest goddamned metal known to man
the mornings where all the scattered pieces of the day fail
to coalesce, and all there is to do is sigh
and push ahead
Posted Aug 20, 2019, 3:36 PM UTC · edited
I loved this a lot!
I felt a real juxtaposition between happy mornings/mornings after a good night and "Some Mornings"
The alliteration in "star-touched soft-sigh moments from last night seem" and "wild bodies rode waves" evoke a sort of soft feeling, it was satisfying to read.
When you're describing "Some Mornings", specifically around when you're describing the mornings with the closed bakery, I really felt the exasperation and the slight sadness of giving in to the various unfortunate events of the day. Like "of course the bakery is closed when I want my coffee." or "the eggs are sticky to the pan, great."
but there's nothing we can do, we really do just muscle through.
Can't wait to read more of your work, you have a new fan!
Thank you so much! I really appreciate the detailed feedback :)