silent morning

she wakes to the silent morning

she wakes to the silent morning

slow hears the cars as they pass by

struggling to move pillows into place

now she recognizes

the sound of the furnace

and memories burn into her like

coffee on frozen lips

alone

with her thoughts

in the silent morning


 

(“silent morning” – 11-27-2014)

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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