Woke up this morning (blues haiku)

dead junco

Woke up this morning
to a thump on the window:
false sky. A dead bird.

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Woke up this morning
with a fierce new itching
on the soles of my feet.

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Woke up this morning
from someone else’s nightmare —
I was the monster.

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Woke up this morning
to the shapeless summer song
of a winter wren.

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Woke up this morning
& stared into the clock’s blank face:
the power’s out.

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Woke up this morning
several hours too early:
the moonlight tricked me.

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Woke up this morning
to the murmured sweet nothings
of an empty stomach.

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Woke up this morning
with yesterday’s shoulder ache
settled in my spine.

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Woke up this morning
to patches of frost in the yard.
I got your letter.

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Woke up this morning
with the reds & the yellows.
Another autumn.

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Thanks to Leslee for the idea. (And by coincidence, it seems she did wake up with the blues this morning.)

7 Comments


  1. Excellent! The old bluesmen were right – the blues may get you down, but blues music makes fine medicine.

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  2. work up this morning
    so happy to find myself
    on Dave’s smorgasblog.

    thanks for adding my words to your “smorgasblog.”

    i don’t think the bird is as thrilled with fame as i am.

    that thump is familiar to all of us and so sad. poor, silly birdie.

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  3. Thanks for the comments, y’all. Carolee, I’m not sure being smorgasblogged quite qualifies as fame, but I’m glad it made your morning. I enjoy pointing readers to bloggers who are taking risks.

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