Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Morning Coffee

It's early and I'm knocking the dust off my brain.  The alarm buzzed at 4:30 and I didn't want to get out of bed.  Carefully rising so as not to wake Gwen, she somehow slipped herself under my arm during the night without waking me.  She's gotten pretty good at that.  Steam rolling over the edge of my styrofoam cup, and I know that they're bad for the environment, and probably me as well.  It's cold as hell outside and I don't want to move, this chair seems as good a place as any to spin my web of words.  A web of words is better than a web of lies, you merely have to rearrange them in order to dig yourself out.  Trust me, I know.  I spend hours arranging words in a very specific order so that you might feel me.  So many minutes carefully choosing the right order so that I might better understand myself.  On humble mornings such as this I like to marinate in the calm that didn't always come so easily, especially in a place that so easily works my nerves.  But not today, I'm in a different place.  My mind is already on spring even though it's 20° outside.  It'll be on its way shortly.  I'm ready to do some cleaning in different areas of life, and life springs this time of year.  It's the natural cycle.  Mother nature has her way whether we like it or not, and this time I'll agree with her.  I can think of nothing more peaceful than flowing side by side with life as it does what it does.  At least for today I'll try to go with it, and see where it takes me.

10 comments:

  1. beautiful web of words. spring concentrates those emotions of fresh starts and rejuvinations, i feel it too.

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  2. "A web of words is better than a web of lies"

    Dude...that's some powerful stuff.

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  3. the 'a web of words is better than a web of lies' got me too. that's a phrase! remind me of The Bourne's novels. i feel you. i love this kind of morning coffee

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  4. I think your morning coffee inspired me. Usually I write before I read anything in the mornings, but this morning I went the other way around. The flow stuck with me. That's where I'm at.

    Love the images and words in your piece and how you strung them together.

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  5. Thanks y'all. I appreciate the encouragement.

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  6. I've started to read your blog recently, and I feel you have a voice that is specific to you. Reading your words I feel I can hear you speaking them, like slam poetry in a quiet dim room with a figure in the center of a stage leaning into a microphone. There's something really confident and shy in your stories.

    "I like to marinate in the calm"

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  7. I'm curious what makes you say shy. I'm not necessarily disagreeing, just curious.

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    1. Because the images you describe from your life make me think you are a sensitive person, and I imagine you are shy because I've always associated being sensitive with being shy (though I know I shouldn't assume, so I might be wrong).

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    2. You'll get no disagreement from me. I like how you came to that conclusion.

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  8. I want to marinate in the calm. Gwen is a pretty name.

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