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"An hour lost in the morning is chased all day."
~Variation of a Yiddish proverb
Voluntarily waking to an
alarm clock at this hour?
You might think I've lost
my mind; except in
the dark, pre-dawn stillness, the
alluring quiet of morning,
I can work, uninterrupted. This is
my favorite time, sleep chased
away by coffee, night yielding to dawn, all
colors of sunrise vying to announce the day.
This poem first appeared in Songs of Eretz (June 13, 2017).
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Lauren McBride finds inspiration in faith, family, nature, science, and membership in the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association (SFPA). Nominated for various awards, her work has appeared internationally in speculative and mainstream publications for adults and young adults. She is the author of a poetry collection for teens, Aliens, Magic, and Monsters. Lauren lives in Texas and enjoys swimming, gardening, baking, reading, writing, and knitting scarves for U.S. troops.
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michael escoubas:
Nice Golden Shovel, Lauren. I too, like that seam of time, not totally dark, not all the way light. You've captured something special with this piece.
Posted 04/05/2019 10:09 AM
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DavidTookey:
Wow, very cool! Well done.
Posted 04/05/2019 09:59 AM
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cork:
I got up an hour earlier today to begin the cooking.
Posted 04/05/2019 08:00 AM
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Larry Schug:
I hadn't seen this form before. I think I'll give it a try. Thanks. I especially like the last line.
Posted 04/05/2019 07:54 AM
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paula:
I'm reading this with my lap top and coffee before sunrise. As usual.
Posted 04/05/2019 06:37 AM
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