On dark winter days how hard it is to get up in the wee hours of the morning and to to school on time.
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Perpetual darkness with little signs of light, I awake to a dusty dawn. Red faced, puffy cheeks, and feeling so folorn. Sleepy eyes hooded pupils see the world as inside out. Blackened shadows stare beneath the lidded fortress of my eyes. Constantly seeking my passive soul, lying in and thinking outloud in a conscious state. I wait until I hear the silver bell. Bathed and dressed, I run to the street and get my bus ride there, eating nails, stomach rolling, so I won't be late for school.
5.59 am here right now,another hour and I will wake alexandra,(just 12years)it will be then be the usual battle...nagging nagging nagging her to get out of bed,dragging her out,but this morning,due to this poem,I will look at it all with new a perspective and be able to see what's going on inside that little school girl head behind those sleepy eyelids....thank you for this fabulous poem!
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
A Collection of Voices from Around the World is more than just a poetry compilation. It is a partnership of poets from around the globe brought together by an internet poetry forum. That forum, poetrypages.com, has been the home of many a fine poet s
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I like it -- and I relate to it.
So glad those days are behind me. :)