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Let The Morning Find Me…

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HAPPY 2012!
With the brand new year upon us, may this be one resolution we all can keep.

Let the morning find me…

…languishing
from a sleep that was enough to feel well-rested, but not lethargic, energized, but not anxious

Let the morning find me…

…knowing
even if the best possible sometimes fails, that the person I find in the mirror has done the best possible.

Let the morning find me…

…living
and not just merely surviving, but joyously thriving, even in the midst of the crazies.

Let the morning find me…

…enticed
to start this day even if the most strenuous thing I have planned to do is vegetate.

Let the morning find me…

…satiated
in that toe curling, back arching, arms and fingers extending to their maximum reach full body stretch way, regardless if there’s someone beside me.

Let the morning find me…

…smiling
that Cheshire cat, absolutely no reason what so ever, but I just can’t seem to stop smile.

Let the morning find me…

…loving

me.

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Submitted to
Jingle Poetry At The Gooseberry Garden — Week 20
Fairytales, My First Time, Hope, and New Year’s Resolutions

Mr. Palmer

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Artwork: The Single Man — Gerhard Haderer

Did she make you mad?
Again?
An object of ridicule?
Again?
Did she leave her sad taint upon you?
Again?

Come get me.

I am there…
There whenever,
There wherever,
There whatever.

I’m not gallant,
I just know what you need.

Come get me.

For I know you
All of you,
Inside and out
To the letter “T”
I’ve known you before
The last one
During this one
And perhaps
After the next one

From your junior
’Till when
You’re much elder
It’s how we
Connect.

Come get me.

I’ve seen
Sides of you
No one’s ever seen
I hear you cry
And when you scream
You know
I don’t care.
I won’t
Imbrue you with
Needless guilt.

Come get me.

In joy
In anger
Or when
You just need
To take
Some of the edge off
When feeling
Awry.

Come get me.

And when you’re done
Spent, lying back in repose
I’ll go back,
Back to the shadows
From whence I came,
Until the next need
When you’re pressed to be

Happy again

I’ll be ready for you
Always
Or at least
As long as
Your arm holds out

Come get me

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Submitted for:
 Jingle Poetry – Pot Luck:
Week 46 | Love and its not being there.

I’m pretty damned sure this not what was expected when the subject of “Love and its not being there…” was thought up for this week’s Pot Luck, but.. it does fit the bill * wicked grin *