Morning charcoal wakes them with her silent fury.
Tawny finch and cardinal friends compete for crumbs.
Ceiling fan quiet still its dusty blades stalled up there.
Nature gentle whispers tender soothe the aged oak.
Rolling doors bang, slam and howl down at the tracks.
Them on motored rubber dare the signal cries out red.
Sirens scream like arrows pierce billows toward the smoke.
Angel five on her birthday skips merry off to school.
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Powerful images, Jeff…beautifully written. Life goes on amid the drama…I had to reread a few times 🙂
Tawny finch and cardinal friends compete for crumbs – reminded me of the birds that fly into my garden and then jostle to eat the bread crumbs.
a great payoff to a stressful morning.
All the things that brings life into motion, that brings us into being a part of life. Nicely writte.
Effective conservation of language. This is a very striking image: “Sirens scream like arrows pierce billows toward the smoke.”
Fabulous ending to busy morning scene.
Wonderful images and I simply love the ending 🙂
Hi Jeff,
I enjoyed your poem the first line really hooked me into reading. Nicely done..
The opening lines caught my attention right away ~ Excellent choice of words per line ~
Nice to meet you Jeff ~
Very nice–each line read almost like haiku, that same close observation and metaphoric description. Excellent work!
Beautiful details in this set the mood of the morning. I look forward to reading more of your work.
your poetry leaves me smiling! 🙂
XoXo
What a lovely scene you paint here. I love the ending.
Thank you for this wonderful birthday gift. Hard to remember life when I turned five but this helps immensely. Today is my special day and this is a special poem. 🙂
So many beautiful images here… I especially like the first two lines, Jeff.
the life in an ordinary day,
yes, this
Like the use of color …and the uplifting final lines.
This all made sense as soon as I got to the end–I remember those days!
loved the gentle awakening and the full awakening as the busy sounds, almost through a window…as if i was just hearing not seeing…then that last line, the little one…you left me with a smile as she skipped off…