MY MIND ON SUNDAY MORNING
by
Jamie Dedes
So Sunday morning I’m in bed with Cleo
She wants to sleep & I get up naked at the table
Writing
And it all snaps into focus
The World inside my head & the cat outside the window
A one-to-one relationship
While I image whatever I imagine …
The Same Old Jazz by Philip Whalen from The Collected Poems of Philip Whalen.
the poet wrote and
in writing awoke
He fell one day into an
iris and drowned in the
color purple. Freedom
rose like a geyser
raining down poems,
engraving each on the
leaf of an old oak.
Photograph of Gypsy (The Cat’s Meow) courtesy of the Cityson Philosopher.
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Wonderful piece Jamie! I like the flow and start:)
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Thank you, Vishwas. Appreciate your visit and hope you will enjoy my collaborators here, Ann and Rob. They fine writers and wise ones.
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you get up naked, writing..
bravo, that is not like you..
smiles.
fun one.
A++
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Hi, Ji. You are right. I don’t get up naked. That’s the beat poet, Philip Whalen quoted. The rest is mine. You are tooooo funny! 🙂
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“and in writing awoke”- I totally can relate, it is as if the lesson came to you via the penning. Enjoy the rally!
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Wow the image is breathtaking! Freedom rose… love it! 🙂
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Thanks, Sweetheart! 🙂 Appreciate your visit here.
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a sweet synergy.
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Thanks. Luna, for your visit ehre.
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Oh wow!
I feel this is me.. especially since you mentioned my fave color too!
A very liberating feeling that your words give.. Thank you for this enchanting one.. 🙂
Hugs xoxox
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Yes indeed. Purple is Olivia. Thanks for check out this collaborative blog. Be sure to read the others as well. Hugs to you, dear one.
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🙂 The poet awoke in the color purple, great find.
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Thanks, Ina.
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these pieces slow me down and help me relax, thank you 🙂
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That’s a lot of what this collabrative blog is about. Hope you enjoy my friends writings as well, Scott. Ann and Rob are wonderful, talented folks with much wisdom to share. Thanks for your visit here and your support. Hugs!
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this is really strange i can swear that i commented on this post! lovely poems jamie. very beautiful.
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You did. It was on my other site. Sorry! Thanks, Trisha.
Jamie
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