bunchcut clumps of frozen roses
bundled tight with severed hoses
lay at rest beside a broken/wingèd
horse upon a token
buried deep beneath a well
somewhere in its wat’ry cell
reflects a beam of fortune calling
stalling, standing ten feet tall
against the wall, much to bestow
a tiny glist’ning, far below
in a note of candid calling
bawling of an issue, wrote
what comes as coming standard
wish you naught a fret, refraining gloat
a stubborn goat, a sour day’s bet
will ‘ere the morning hour be met
and call you shall with all in hues
this blinded, baited, blessèd news
Copyright L.M. 2007.
In the morning, I’m a very picky eater.
Whatever I eat usually can’t contain: milk, eggs, can’t be too sweet, can’t be too plain, can’t be acidic (no juices unless I’m having a bread product), and definitely can’t be sour. Usually if I eat something, it’s probably bad for me and isn’t exactly going to propel me through the day. 😛 Now you know why most days I skip eating in the mornings!
On the other hand, if I’ve managed to have something small after waking up, about an hour later I can eat any breakfast food. Except sour. I still dislike sour. haha.
Ironically, I love breakfast foods. Life can be cruel! 😉