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.
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flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
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Thank you for sharing. I am enjoying your blog posts.
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“The illusion of a day with news within my control.”
Beautifully written ma’am.
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Thank you for your kind response. It is much appreciated.
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Amen.
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Thanks for the confirmation.
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So good! And yes, it brought back memories when all ours senses were involved in getting the morning news. So much better than staring at a screen, I think!
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Thanks Ann. That’s why we still get a newspaper.
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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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Thank you for your reflection.
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Oh this brought back a realness, a missed realness.
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I’m glad you could relate. So it’s great to hear when someone connects with what I say.
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Connections are good things.
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When hands held headlines…
played at morning speed of drowsy slow…
The illusion of a day with
news within my control.
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Thank you Kirsten. Sending love your way.
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EXCELLENT POETRY!!! WITH NARRATIVE HOOKS!
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Jonathan, thank you for your kind remark and for sharing my words.
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