GRAY MORNING
gray morning
I could be sleeping
if I'd stayed home
gray morning
I would be sleeping
if I'd stayed alone
can there be a greeting?
can there be a meeting?
not just a yawning
day just past dawn
on this gray gray morning
can there be a greeting?
can there be a meeting?
like for a sunrise
on a high plateau
the snow is melting
the sky is leaden
I think of my bedding
I could be sleeping
my eyelids meeting
if I'd stayed home
not this sipping
of tea
while rain is dripping
outside
even the dog is napping
while daylight is wrapping
grayness 'round my bones
but indoor light is warming
me to this morning
more than to a sunrise
on a cold plateau
daylight is wrapping
grayness 'round my bones
but indoor light is warming
me to this morning
to my inside waking
my inner daylight breaking
while outside a greeting
outside a meeting
on this gray morning
light dawning
but tomorrow
maybe
I'll stay home
tomorrow
maybe
I'll be sleeping
Elsa
© January 4, 2000 - Elsa Schieder - lyrics
© January 4, 2000 - William Harrington - nusic from that date
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A dozen
years ago,
I began to wake up
with word pieces -
words music, spoken word, songs -
in my head.
Escape velocity.
Echo of the echo.
Tank almost empty.
Can't cross the gap.
Welcome into my world.
POEMS ON LIFE
WINTER WEATHER POEMS
EARLY MORNING POETRY
Every
time I'm going
into the words not knowing
what kind of thing I'm doing
what is this thing I'm making
what are these words creating
words music and me
words music can be
winter poems
poems on winter
poems on life
early morning poetry
winter weather poems
poem poetry spoken word
words music going
into worlds
not knowing
what words music worlds
the worlds will be
words
music, music words
rhythm beat,
spoken word, song,
morning poetry
spoken word poems
winter poems
also meant to be sung
folk song, folk music, new folk
country, jazz, folk pop
spoken word poetry song
words music words
rhythm beat strong
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words to be sung
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Elsa
March 10, 2008
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