This is not my morning This is not my morning Wrong My calendar was wrong So I'm starting the day Where I thought it would end Late My sockless son refused To leave on time Rushed In the car I Grabbed bags and Jumped out of the car Seconds passed Before I noticed my coffee cup tipped -- Coffee spilling out A skinny stream But still a stream This is not my morning. Wrong Late Rushed And the coffee in some hidden car crevice Music Doesn't help The only magic of iPhone shuffle + bluetooth Is the skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip Joni Mitchell won't work Skip No, U2 Skip Tori Amos Skip Skip Skip Skip Try Tori again Precious Things? Skip Iggy Azalea? Loreena McKennitt? Adele? Eminem? Ed Sheeran? Skip Skip Skip Skip Skip Skip Skip Skip This is not my morning Almost there - still in my funk Maybe a little Hamilton Will get my spirits up "I'm Hercules Mulligan When you knock me (or my coffee) down I get the **** back up again." There you go. This is not my morning. wrong late rushed but ready. Thanks Poetry Friday Roundup here
This makes me think of the song Breathe by Jonny Diaz. Another form of poetry.
Wonderful and heartbreaking for that person all at the same time! We’ve been there! Thanks, Ona!
OH my, I’ve had mornings like this. I hope the rest of the day improves-and I’m thankful your poem captures that feeling of frustration and frames it with perspective.
Ugh. Mornings like that are tough to overcome. Music and poetry can help though!