Monday Morning Wake-Up Call


Source: – Owls sit in a hollow nest in Patan, Nepal. (Narendra Shrestha)

Saturday Morning

fence, fence posts, posts,

Even through curtains,
the sun will assert itself enough to soften a candle,
its warmth insistent as a kiss till the candle bends back.
We all fall under the spell of the sun
and are all at the end bent and consumed.
See how a long row of fence posts
leans over a deeply cut road
as if they’d been pushed by the light.

~ Ted Kooser, November. The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book

Photo: Beechwood by Heiko Fritz

It’s been a long day


The odd little magpie of the mind.
Nothing is finally finished, then?
The past emerges and re-emerges.
It builds its random nest in the oddest places.

~ Colum McCann, Thirteen Ways of Looking


It’s been a long day


Seen enough
Had enough

— Arthur Rimbaud, Departure. Selected Poems & Letters


T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week (Carry me home)


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So it has come to this


So it has come to this
insomnia at 3:15 A.M., 
the clock tolling its engine 
All night dark wings 
flopping in my heart. 
Each an ambition bird

Anne Sexton, The Ambition Bird, The Complete Poems, Anne Sexton

Notes: Poem Source – Didier Leclair.  Photo: Pause Between Thoughts

It’s been a long day


I believe that when
the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded
from the last worthless rock hanging tideless
in the last red and dying evening,
that even then there will still be one more sound:
that of [man’s] puny inexhaustible voice,
still talking.

~ William Faulkner, Banquet Speech at the Nobel Banquet at the City Hall in Stockholm,  (12/10/50)


Monday Morning Wake-Up Call


Source: Mennyfox55

T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week


Source: gifak-net

It’s been a long day

black and white,photography,

Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment
when,   nothing
no what-have-I-to-do-today-list

maybe   half a moment
the rush of traffic stops.
The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be
slows to silence,
the white cotton curtains hanging still.

~ Marie Howe, The Moment