Morning Stillness

A poem by Anne Weizel


In the stillness

Of an early morning.

I tiptoe  silently

Through crowded rooms

Wanting to prolong

This peaceful moment

The only  sound  is the loud tick-tock of a little sad-eyed ceramic beagle.

The clock,

Presented to me by a treasured friend,

Annoying in its loudness

But a reminder of our friendship.

I place it

Under a cushion, and out of earshot.


The furnace hums and purrs Out into the frosty morning.


Pouring steamy heat on the three remaining sleepers.

And causing plastic, circular  wind-chimes

To sway softly, emitting tiny melodic tunes.


Lone black eyes

Stare up at me from a soft pink quilt

Willing me to take her


I pick up a cat

Noticing the pungent smell of tuna

On his breath

And stroke him lovingly,

Despite his odor


I hear a thump

In the kitchen above me

Dishes rattling

As the dog devours cat food voraciously

Moving from dish to dish.,

Then wrestling forcefully with a giant bag of dry food


It is time to move forward

Embracing the hectic pace of the day

Time has once again

Ignored my plaintive cries ,

To Slow Down Its Frantic Pace.

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Mark Ahrens September 05, 2012 at 01:24 PM
In these frenetic times, It is helpful to pay attention and catalog the slower moments of life--be in the moment.


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