Daily Prompt; The Golden Hour


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6:00AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00AM bedtime?

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Definitely mornings are my best. My sugars are down. I am sort of rested. I get up, put my slippers on, my house coat, scratch my leg, scratch my butt, and waddle into the bathroom where I plop myself on the toilet and smoke my first cigarette.

After looking at the face staring back at me I make my way to the kitchen where I pour myself my first cup of brew. Hot brew with cream, no sugar please. I check the cat food bowls over. Filling the food up, disposing the old, replacing with new water.

I check my time. Fifteen minutes before I get Al up. Scratch my butt one more time. Walk over to the window and look at the outdoor thermometer. Looking at the lower temperatures I shiver inside my clothing realizing summer is actually gone.

I take solace in the day. Sun is shining. Trees are partially covered, some are bare. Leaves covering once green grass. Aww, life is good, morning is new, then I waddle over to the computer, take a sip of coffee, light up another cigarette and get in those last few moments of checking out what my friends have to say.

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Cleansed


canoeI can see myself in this picture. The sleek water, guiding me through virgin territory. Any where I look will be a new experience for my eyes. Cocooned in my little space of the world, breathing in crisp air, my lungs expand, spitting out debris that has been clogging my soul.

I need to feel alive. I wish  to be taken high above the trees. I want to look down on the world’s problems and with one thought, all will be healed. Life is too heavy. I have carried within me all of your problems. I am now ready to toss the cloak aside. Feel the skin tingle, as new cell growth takes over the stale mulch.

I lift my arms to the heavens and yell loud enough; my pleas echo across the lands. Ears will tune in but see nothing. Minds will mimic another soul that was once lost and now is found.

Cheers will go up around the world as another heart is freed. I will stand up and with God‘s balanced  hands I will praise his name for giving me the difficult tasks  I have performed. I will see his smile and his eyes will reflect in my soul of how he is pleased with me.

Oh that I might toss aside these grungy clothes, and stand naked in front of this earth and be made new once again. To take my experiences, my memories and sift through them. Picking out the best, leaning over the side I will vomit  the worst and I promise I will live once again.

And I will place myself in a fetal position and you will hold me next to your  bosom. I shall drink new life. My skin will turn supple, my eyes will sparkle. My sponge will expand, allowing me to learn more of this wonderous life you have offered to me.

Oh but I was a wilted flower leaning from a firm root, but now my petals are to be envied as they give off rich color and a perfume that will force you to always remember me.

Yes, life is good, but before I could see it clearly, I had to be cleansed.