Morning

My journal :)
My journal 🙂

As I was about to go to sleep last night, which is the time when I do my best thinking, I came up with the idea for this post.  I wanted to write a poem and then share with you a picture of what my handwriting looks like.  Sharing this with you, to me, seems a way to share myself on a more personal level.  What’s funny is that my print and cursive handwriting vary so much.  I actually write much better than I print.  When writing in my journal, I usually choose to write in cursive.  In recent years, I’ve heard that local schools are no longer going to be teaching cursive handwriting in school.  I can’t believe this!  How are these kids ever going to sign their name?  It’s weird to me and it doesn’t really make sense.  It’s a beautiful part of literacy that shouldn’t go to the wayside.  I think it’s a gift to be able to write beautifully.  Even if it’s not taught in school years from now, I’m still going to teach my children.

Just in case you can’t quite read my handwriting, I’ve typed the poem out for you here.  This poem is specifically about this morning, but is, in all honesty, the same as every morning for me.  Thanks for reading!

“Morning”

Another day of sunlight,

beautiful,

peeking through as the earth wakes from sleep.

Air damp,

droplets hovering,

levitating magicians,

disappearing in the heat of the sun.

A breeze kisses my cheek,

laced with honeysuckle nectar,

a smell so sweet I can taste it.

I raise my arms,

releasing sleep’s grip,

welcoming a new day,

a time to start again.

I breathe,

air fresh,

crisp,

yet heavy with dew,

enters every pocket of my lungs.

I enjoy this time,

pre-coffee & fluorescent lights.

This time lasts not at all.

I unlock the door,

the only sound,

friction between carpet and shoes.

Lights on,

the coffee machine,

self-timed wakes.

It’s morning,

the infancy of a new day.

-M

 

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121 thoughts on “Morning

  1. I really enjoyed your poem! And I feel the same way you do about cursive writing, and how it’s dying out. When I was in elementary school we used pencils, until grade 5. At that point we had to earn our pens, with a perfect score on a spelling test and if the teacher liked our cursive letters. I took such pride in my cursive writing! It’s a shame that it’s being pushed under the rug.

  2. “every pocket of my lungs” – love it. great image. Try to keep that early morning feeling all throughout the day – or return to it from time to time.

  3. Hey Megan!
    Just thought I would ask this, If cursive writing is needed, would you be a great teacher to those kids who write in cursive? I love your poem here. I also love knowing what is happening since I spend so much time doing my thing with health issues now. It’s great to know that people care about what we have done. Have those people who like cursive just look at your writing & teach them with a video which would help for them all.
    Rodney

    1. Thank you so much 🙂 I think it would be fun to teach kids to write in cursive. My children will certainly know how. I’m glad you liked the poem. It’s one of my favorites 🙂

      1. I’m glad! I really thought that a lost art of anything we know & don’t know would help us as we grow more knowledgeable through everything we find good for us. It might even work through a video if not feeling too bad about making a little something to use as extra cash flow sometime if not uncomfortable with being in front of a camera & crowd. It can help to comfort you when anxious & learning how to be at peace with yourself also. Have a great day & keep be as inspiring as much as you can. I do & try through every 1 of my posts as much as possible!
        Rodney

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