Dear Lord, Why Is My Husband So Hyper In the Mornings

Dear Lord,

Why is my husband so hyper in the mornings?
I’m sitting here trying to keep my eyes open
as I sip coffee and watch the sun arise from
it’s slumber and in the amount of time
it takes for this to occur,
my husband has zipped back and forth
through the house four times,
eagerly working on his current project.

The sun, the sleepy squirrels and I,
all rather wish he’d slow down as he’s
making us a little dizzy with his outbursts
of energy.

A timid, quiet bird had made his appearance
at the bird feeder hanging off the eave
of the front porch, but one quick zip of
my husband through the house and off
the little bird flew!

So, I guess my question is, why is my
husband so hyper in the mornings?

Doesn’t he know mornings are for
quiet reflection and gentle musings,
poetry writing, scripture readings,
prayers and day dreams by the score?

I know it’s difficult to reset a person’s
internal clock, but if you could slow
my husband’s clock down a bit in the
mornings, that’d be completely great.

Love from your sleepy daughter,

Elaine

Discombobulated

Discombobulated,
anxious,
all because of a
twelve-pound dog
who found me at a
truck stop ten years ago
and made me fall in love.

While he’s in surgery,
it’s like I’m at the hospital
waiting room in 1986,
while my mom is having
open heart surgery.

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Love isn’t reasonable
or logical.
It just is.

When we give our
heart and love to
someone,
no matter who
or what species,
that’s that.

We worry,
we fret, we pray,
when they aren’t well.

When they are well,
we enjoy their presence,
the little ordinary moments,
the laughter,
the comforting habits.

My little ball of fur
is part of my ordinary moments,
the laughter of my and my husband’s days,
and definitely part of comforting habits.

Obviously there is a difference in
waiting to hear if your mother is
going to live through surgery
and waiting to hear that your dog
is doing ok after surgery.

The heart doesn’t know this.
It just squeezes tight and
prays all will be well.

© Elaine Wood-Lane
6/5/15

Starting My Day|A Hay(na)ku|NaPoWriMo Day 27

Sunrise
is purple
and gold now.

I
need to
write and pray.

This
is how
I start days.

I
pray you
peace and love.

© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/27/15


And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that Vince himself wrote back during NaPoWriMo 2012!

An interesting form I had not heard of before. I love short form poems, like the haiku and now the hay(na)ku. They require me to condense my thoughts and feelings and I really like it because what comes out is often more meaningful than a poem or essay with too many words. Less is more, to me, for certain!

Peace and love, Elaine

Happier Day Ever After

I awoke all
vim and vigor,
the day would
be full of fun!

I’d run
away to the mountains,
and devil may care I’d be;
heck the way I was feeling,
I could drive from
sea to sea!

Alas, a few hours in,
before I even started,
my vim
began to dim,
and my vigor was
long departed.

I then succumbed
to the sofa, with
my dog, and
waning vim;
Before long
all was silent,
but for
our symphony
of snoring hmmms.

Awake again,
I found it too late,
to run away
to the mountains,
much less from
sea to sea!

Instead I found,
a day of quiet:
sunshine on a
a simple walk,
a book of hope
and laughter,
I wrote a poem,
and gave thanks
in prayer,
for my happier
day ever after.

©D. Elaine Wood-Lane
1/28/15

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