Morning – N. E. Skull

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The sound of waves crashing against the pier is strong in my memory,

Although I am sure the tide was out.

Perhaps it was the alcohol reeling inside my head

Seeping into my memory and pandering to the

Sentimentalist in me.

We lay there until dawn, determined not to leave

Until the cold set in.

The cloudless sky was a perfect canvas for the airplanes

And we made plans to be in one of them together someday,

The kinds of plans that never make it past the haze of wine.

We allowed ourselves the novelty of honesty,

Unaware of the sobriety of daybreak,

Confessing things we wouldn’t dare say

Over the breakfast table, if we ever got the chance

To share one.

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30 thoughts on “Morning – N. E. Skull

    • Not to be picky, but “laid” is the past tense of “lay,” the present tense transitive verb, which is confusing, because “lay” is also the past tense of the intransitive “lie.” Unless you mean you weren’t telling the truth, in which case “lied” is in fact the correct past tense. 😉

  1. Now that the contrarian grammarian chatter has subsided: I thoroughly enjoyed the read. Opening line is a winner. Don’t lose sight of it. —–Chagall

  2. “We allowed ourselves the novelty of honesty,” — very memorable line! The whole poem has the tone and feel I associate with the uncertainty of love’s beginning. Like this one very much! Hope you are enjoying the haiku at “Randa…” also. Saw you visited and “liked” one of my little baubles! Thanks!

    -R-

  3. “The kinds of plans that never make it past the haze of wine.” ~ I understand this one, all too well… 🙂

  4. “The cloudless sky was a perfect canvas for the airplanes” That is my favorite line. I’m enthralled by this poem. The playful dance between honesty and chagrin that alcohol provides is always an enticing subject. Enjoyed this!

  5. Beautifully executed poem, Skull. Pier in the first light of morning was the amorous telling moment of my presence relationship. Planes on a canvas: very original.
    Cheers,
    Laurie Keim

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