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Morning Prayers: Hidden Shames/The Askew/ Always a Trilogy

my hidden shames

 

are an excellent source of moral fibre,

nurturing, but not nutritious.

we coexist in a quiet

 mutual acknowledgment,

coexisting but un-categorizable,

nonetheless,

among my oldest cohorts,

their singular coordinated characteristic,

they are mine alone,

not meant to be shared.

 

But they will someday

make an excellent poem.

 

Mon jan 2 2023

6:47am

@here

 

———————————————————-

 

the askew

 

are  my oldest companion,

dating back to my naissance,

faithful, eternal, but single-minded,

with a rueful sense of humor,

of course,

refer to my relatively plentiful hairs

inherited from my mother’ genetics.

 

a morning chore,

to return their antics

to an adult,

dignified pose,

plenty sufficient to be be brushed,

straight back,

the preferred orderly compose,

of older men

who cannot waste time

with foolishness,

the excessive vanities of

curls, parts and pompadours,

 

and yet,

every day they wake me with

ridicule, mockery,  by presenting

themselves.to me,

as if electrocuted,

each  

hair raising itself

pointing to the heaven,

whence

their true Creator resides.

 

no amount of product

persuasive,

they do what they must do,

akimbo, askew,

with inordinate amount of

malice aforethought and

a venomous sense of

hairy (and now hoary)

absurdity .

 

a splash of water,

a handful of rigorous brush strokes,

returns order

and the pretense of a serious mien,

an adult demeanor.

 

But their purpose accomplished,

they have reminded me of the

absurdity of human vanity,

to humble myself

before forces

more powerful

than human self-aggrandizement

by accentuating

our human foibles.

 

7:13am

same time & place

——————————————-

 

morning prayers are

always

a trilogy

 

the rounded evenness of three,

provides the necessary gravitas

of sufficiency,

three being

not too short,

not too long,

not too quick,

just three right,

to impart

the seriousness

of gratitude

for having gained

another day upon earth,

with it,

many multitudes of

chances to share

thankfulness,

kindness,

yes,

& love too,

and to write,

one more poem

encapsulating

all of the above.

 

 

7:35am

same day

same place,

same cup of coffee

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Written by
nat-lipstadt
99 / M / NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Published
Jan 3, 2023
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