bad day.

morning:
today
will be a good day
something will go right
everything won’t go wrong
I will wake up
to sunshine
rain will wait
until tomorrow

evening:
today
was a bad day
nothing went right
everything went wrong
I will close my eyes
under clouded moonlight
wishing for sunshine
but expecting rain


About the Author

what-sandra-thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves music, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

If you would like to know more (and you know you would), you can visit her blog What Sandra Thinks, find her on twitter @whatsandrathnks, or visit her shop what sandra makes.


 

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Bad Morning to You

She saw the sun cresting her curtains
Believing in a new day of wonder & uncertains
Hopeful in all ways, feeling warmth from the sun’s rays

Drawing them back, each panel they give slack
Shining; she opens her window to let in more light
Stillness in the air as most are slumbering in delight

Her favorite part of her day; everything new in each way
A past to be dredged; discontentment to be spread
The morning crushed abruptly instead


About the Author

Blogger and poet at Sweet Dreams & Rude Awakenings says, “I am numerologically a middle aged woman (don’t feel it but my body does). I have two beautiful children I share my time with & I am blessed with living in the great NW. Writing is a wonderful release for me, best therapy there is! (Next to walking on the beach)”


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The Morning Tangle

I walk and meditate and I’m famished.

My husband returns from swimming laps.

With synchronicity

we take our places in the kitchen.

He hoards the cutting board,

slices a peach and banana.

I prepare coffee. We pivot for a

choreographed collision at the refrigerator,

him for almond milk, me for an egg and jam.

.

We exchange no words, for

we are dangerous before we eat.

I covet his bowl of cereal and fruit,

and he eyes my lightly-over egg and toast.

.

Safely seated in a no-chatter zone,

we take favored newspaper sections.

Earlier I meditated on wherever I go, there I am.

.

My mantra shifts: Wherever I go, there he is.


About the Author

Jeannie Greensfelder

Jeanie Greensfelder is the author of Biting the Apple (Penciled In, 2012). Her poem “First Love” appeared on Garrison Keillor’s The Writers’ Almanac, and her poem “Sixth Grade” was featured in Ted Kooser’s column, “American Life in Poetry.” Her latest book, Marriage and Other Leaps of Faith (Penciled In, 2015), reveals life during a 40-year marriage. She lives in San Luis Obispo, California.

You can find her at: http://jeaniegreensfelder.alhteam.com/


 

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