Written for: Friday Writings #29: Little Rituals
(posted by Rommy)
"Write poetry or prose about small daily rituals or
daily routines that make up our lives."
in morning rituals.
Still have my couch
corner to sit on
while I sip coffee,
read some poetry,
write. No clicking
of nails to go out,
no scooping of food
into dog bowls,
dog curled up
next to me. Now,
I sometimes put in
my wireless ear buds
and choose an album
to listen to, amidst
the jarring quiet.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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It’s time to relax.
Nice contrast between quiet and ear buds. Nice morning coffee ritual.
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Nice morning vibes! 🙂
You’re welcome 😊
What an arresting phrase: ‘jarring quiet’. I feel the loss and loneliness.
Jarring quiet… change in rituals… that change was not welcome, I think it says… do we ever get used to the big shifts… or is it sadly, all just a function of time?
Thanks, Rajani. It’s something I don’t think we ever get used to.
Jarring quiet – sometimes welcome, sometimes not. Brilliant piece.
Oh Sara, I will never forget how quiet our home seemed after we lost English Springer Chloe in 2003. Even today I can hear her chomping on popcorn and licking son Carl’s ice cream bowl. Silence indeed. Well done.
The first dog I ever had was an English Springer Spaniel – the smartest as well.
Your poem speaks to me. Our routine was recently broken when our sweet purrr baby’s Spirit soared into the Universe. ❤️
Thanks, Su-sieee Mac!
The quiet after I lost my first dog, Faye, was like a gut punch. It was eerie to not have her typical noises around.
Thanks for understanding, Rommy.
I love reading about other people’s morning rituals. The details always reminds me just how similar we are all. And that is a very good thing, in a world that seems to do its best to point out differences.