Morning Newsbreak

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The 5:00 am thud,

my front porch newspaper.

When will this sound disappear

from my listening landscape?

Like the comfort

of sounds, predictable life

before the robots were made.

When hands held headlines

faithful objects, a lifeline

of interpretation on paper thinness

read in gentle openness

played at morning speed of drowsy slow

accompanied by the aroma of coffee.

The illusion of a day with

news within my control.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

“It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men [and women] die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.”—William Carlos Williams

13 Ways to Support Poetry – guest blog post by Dick Allen  – A great article with specific ways to keep poetry alive in the world.

dVerse OpenLinkNight #218 If you are looking for a community of poets you can find one here.

National Poetry Month – Fall in love with a poet.

 

17 thoughts on “Morning Newsbreak

  1. Great post, Ali! Really loved your lines:
    “played at morning speed of drowsy slow
    accompanied by the aroma of coffee.
    The illusion of a day with
    news within my control.

    Beautifully done!
    xoxo

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  2. When hands held headlines…

    played at morning speed of drowsy slow…

    The illusion of a day with

    news within my control.

    Liked by 1 person

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