Sunday, June 23, 2013

Those Cold Mornings


                      those cold mornings

                      the mornings that broke your will

                      even then 

                      my old man rolled out of bed

                      built the fire

                      and headed for the mines





Poem by guest poet, Cletis Stump : twitter.com/cletisthepoet

6 comments:

  1. Solid words here. Life can be hard and still hold a beautiful edge. Kind of like a good knife, eh?

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    1. Good Morning, Bill. Yes, a good analogy. Thanks so much for commenting.

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  2. Dear Teresa, within the nutshell of this poem is a novel waiting to be told of men who do their work and take care of their families. And women too. Peace.

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    1. Yes, it is the essence of this life our fathers knew so well...

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  3. Yes... like breathing. It must be done. My dad had to get up and sell. I was a mailman... the job had to be done, no matter what
    else was pressing.

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    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Robert.

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