me - a poem

I love early mornings when the rest of world is fast asleep, or so it seems, and I'm the only one awake and everything feels like a still life or portrait painting and there are no problems because it is just me, the world, and the rising sun.

me,
sitting Indian style, crosslegged,
on a turquoise sofa
in a still life called Friday,
colored with the natural light of dawn
and fading starlight,
the warmth against
the sleepy, cool skin of my hands
caused by a ceramic cup
filled with reheated coffee,
thankful and happy
to begin another day
and to experience love
from family, friends, pets, and life

© me
Mimi Wolske
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(painting: Daniel F. Gerhartz - Captivated)

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Amazing Moment

©Amazing Moment

The curtain lifts on a new day

of smokey blues laying claim to

the bubble-gum pinks of yesterday

with those cotton-puff stripes

that merged erotically;

the moment captured

in my desert memory

and shared with you this Saturday.

by Mimi Wolske

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Mimi-Mona Poetry: Dawning

©Dawning

Mimi Wolske

March 2015

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The first sure thing in the morning,

the first thing one open, blurry eye

manages to bring into focus,

is the recognizable glistening of his hair.

Filtered sun lifts me in his warm shirt;

cool wood creaks as if laughing

when my feet touch the floor;

a congress of chirping voices

chatter outside the open windows;

the pulse of the morning

gives birth to the beat of a new tattoo.

I could live endlessly

here on the lake with him

and feel we belong here together.

Sunrise stretches dawn's light;

it caresses us as we rise;

our love's and life's motions

are fresh, given and received,

repeated as the day ages.