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Adelaide B. Shaw

Inspiration or Lack Thereof?

The first glimmer of dawn, and I rise, push my shushing, slippered feet into the kitchen. I move in the shadowy quiet, no need for the overhead light, and brew my first coffee of the day. This daily routine is not my choice, this milkman’s hour, this relinquishing of cuddle blankets and pillow softness. This is my new old age can’t sleep stage others have described.

crows
too late
to care

At my desk, I view the front garden, the pansies, impatiens, marigolds. Soon, they will brighten as the sun begins its climb, the light morphing from gray to blue which will grow more intense and vibrant as the hours pass. I click on the computer. No e-mails yet. Too early. Read the news app. Good and not so good. About the same as yesterday. Click on Word and a blank page, stare at it, place hands on the keyboard, stare at the blank page some more, go back to the news app, read what I didn’t read before. Return to blank page. Close computer. Go back to bed.

sleepless dreams
another hour
best forgotten

About the Author

Adelaide B. Shaw lives in Somers, New York. She has been creating Japanese poetic forms for fifty years. Her books, An Unknown Road and The Distance I’ve Come, are available on Amazon.

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