I open myne eyes and break away fro’ some private dreamings
An’ I let th’ coulde air fill me lungs and check th’ sky fo’ signs o’ weather.
Alas, I let slip th’ quilt an’
feel the coldness dance upon me skin.
Thence I step into th’ world, and
leave me sleepy room behind me,
Feel coulde skin upon th’ floor planks.
Me eyelids still weightweary so I
Brew th’ coffee in th’ silence of the house.
Outside a murder of crows is making noisy mischief.
White frost has settled on the roof tops, and
The coffee seems to take away the coulden bite.
The wee pup is sniffing the floor for some hidden kitchen treasure,
The lady is still sleeping, trying to force upon herself
another moment of solace and of rest.
I’m waiting for the feel of the hammer in me hand an’
Thankful for the seeds of my creations,
One day
To be resting on some cozy mantle.
February 2014
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About jedwardnajera
I am a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I am an artist, a member of Gallery 9 in Los Altos, California.
I published a novel Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, available through Amazon Books. I spent over thirty five years in a classroom.
My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He was a mechanical engineer and had a wonderful love of history and science.
He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. He wrote in Spanish and I have spent six months translating these pages into English.
Now I am in the process of editing, rewriting, and revising them.
I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
