emotional sway

wick of predawn succors
as it leisurely
comes
alive…

it gnaws night on tiptoes
anointing with light saber
all shoulders as if “knighting”
sleepy
….

I too repeat
rituals by rote
poring oil inside thirsty lamp of my craving
soul…..

light
sounds now emanate
from backyard crickets, feathereds
are quickening to liveliness
..

today I will
sieve light determinedly
daubing blues with shiny
white-outs
….
heart …one organ
besides pumping blood
is a reservoir of emotions that allows grief
its say.. some days
..
stiff upper lips
can quiver
tremulously weakened by mushy
heart’s sway

picking up
happiness
set aside as “layaway” I shall
gag grief’s heave

letting
it hug
sniffle hand squeeze
then finally leave

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