Blog Post #12
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| 'The Sleeping Beauty' by Maxfield Parrish |
*"Ode to Morning"
Husband wakes before the dawn,
While there I lie,
My will less strong.
He’s up and at ‘em—on his way!
While in my jammies,
There I stay.
I wish I had his vim and verve,
Then I might find, within,
The nerve
To up! and tackle each new morn,
Instead, my body’s
Tired; worn.
While I snooze thru' passing time,
My mind awakes with
Words of rhyme.
I reach for paper and a pen;
I scribble down each
Line, and then,
Body catching up to head,
I turn and hop
Right out of bed!
I never was averse to waking,
But prose and verse
Help in forsaking
Pillow, covers, bed and yawn;
I’m up and ready
For the dawn!
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| "Ecstasy" by Maxfield Parrish |
*I realize this little verse is a departure from former posts, but this is, after all,
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