Monday, January 07, 2008

Not Today

5 am. Light breeds optimism. New day. Changes are eminent.

Alarm shrieks the reality of responsibility. Snooze always a possibility.

Purring friend delights in your presence. Warming acceptance.

So many possibilities to make the day great.

Noise fills the room. Unnotable occurrences broadcasted by smiling, lineless faces. Murder, robbery, celebrity this, celebrity that, flood, death, fire, car wreck, celebrity blah, celebrity blah.

530 am. The pure smell of coffee beans invaded by Glade. Starbucks always wins.

Smiling at strangers met with blank eyes and half nods. Misanthropy sets in.

Brake lights, my kid is smarter than yours, roadkill. Coffee – cold.

700 am. Cubicle window overlooking downtown. Phillip Morris, an eyesore in my view. Suits in big chairs, smoky windows killing my hope.

When will the day begin?


By Renee Newman

Copyright 2007 by Renee Newman.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.


   

5 comments:

Benedicto Cerdà said...

This poem was written by me, and it was translated to english last year, it belongs to the book "alhue, poemas y antipoemas." published by myself in the year 2006.

Since i have realiced that you like poetry, i would like to know your opinion about this poem.


Thanks and very best regards.

tripper said...

i am confused. who wrote it benedicto cerda or rennee newman? plz answer me!!!!!!!

renee said...

I wrote this. - Renee

tripper said...

I am really confused. Were you inspired by benedicto cerdá or did you translate this poem or publish it or some thing?

tripper said...

thanks for the poem. I did a project on it HIIIIIIIIII