Rumi’s dawn breezes – once sage advice – now taunt me. I am loathe to greet the day, not that I despise its arrival, rather that waking has become laborious since the onset of chronic illness. Daughter of a military man, I am conditioned to rise before the sun, have a lifetime of such anecdotes to my credit, however; while the brain is still willing, the body groans, and aches wail with renewed emphasis as the numbing cocoon of sleep loosens. Hours dwindle from the first inkling of consciousness till muscles comply with movement, and I am lucky if I’m actually able to utter ‘Good Morning”.
Rays, like razors, slice,
invade sleep’s cocoon – absent
winged emergence.
(Mish is hosting in the dVerse pub tonight with the prompt of morning. I have also worked in the promptings of Fandango (loathe), Ragtag Community (labour), and Daily Addictions (sage). Thank you all for your inspiration.)
Oh my friend how I know this feeling as you try to chase its tail
No animal just a shadow of once ……was never to be amore
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Appreciate the comment Sheldon
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Vivid and uncompromising (as usual) piece. The haiku is razor sharp!
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Thank you so much!
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Being conscious at your morning waking is all you need to be. What’s the rush to get up? Loosing what once was a part of your lifestyle has changed drastically. Accepting where we are at any given time is so very demanding and difficult to digest.
Thank you for sharing your mornings’ changes. Living with pain and disability is not for sissies. I am so happy to have a connection with you. We do have very similar lives in some respects.
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Thanks, Helene (sorry about missing accents). Acceptance comes and goes. I had been doing so much better and then moving set me back. Sometimes the sliding backwards is harder after there has been improvement, but I’m old enough to know that life is seldom linear. So happy we have connected.
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For me too, acceptance on some days is a chore that gives me no choice. Enjoy your day!
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I’m sorry illness is robbing you of those early morning silences. The irony is that young people often spend all that precious time in bed asleep.
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True…we were never allowed that privilege – my father always demanded an early wake up time, so we wouldn’t miss the day. I came to love it. Now I deal with the guilt of not being able to meet that command. Life! (eye-rolling).
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You shouldn’t feel guilty! At least you had the privilege when you were younger.
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The daily morning procrastination🙏🙏..
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Ha ha…wish it was that simple. Mornings were always the best time of the day for me in former years.
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Oh, how terrible with such illness… I have nothing against mornings, except that fact that they rarely works with the sun in our nordic daylight… either you have to go up while it’s still dark (winter) or you go up long after the sun has risen (summer).
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Yes…I’ve always wondered how that would be.
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I am so sorry that your illness dictates to you and causes you so much pain, V.J. It sounds like a struggle between mind and body. .Your description of how the ‘numbing cocoon of sleep loosens’ and ‘hours dwindle from the first inkling of consciousness till muscles comply with movement’ sounds frustrating. The haiku really brings the pain of arthritis home..
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Thanks, Kim. Fortunately, not every morning is this bad – usually once a week.
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Your description of living with chronic illness is so accurate. I understand completely how you are feeling. Sometimes the best thing we can do for ourselves is give in and rest, listen to the birds sing and let the hours flow where they will.
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You are so right … the art of surrender contributes to survival.
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I really think that was how I got over a lot of the CFS symptoms. I stopped listening to what experts were telling me and followed my own instincts more. Instead of pushing myself to get better I tuned into what my body really wanted. Still do really – I have a cold right now and have spent most of today doing not very much in particular. I feel better already. 🙂
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Our bodies are speaking to us for sure! We adapt. Hope today finds you even better!
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Yes, I’m okay. Funny kind of day not really getting anywhere with anything but I guess that’s part of the healing too. Hope you are going ok. 🙂
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Yes, better thanks
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I like the description of those sun’s rays as “razors” in the haiku.
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Thanks Frank – sometimes they are just too sharp.
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I am sorry to hear about your chronic pain and illness. Damn. that is rough. I am just now starting to struggle with arthritis. You write so easily of it! The haiku is fabulous.
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Sorry back. Arthritis can be so painful. Writing is a good way of purging.
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So is getting up and going for a walk! I always walk every morning regardless of weather. birst thing.
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Movement is good for arthritis, for sure.
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We are partners in pain, but I salute your vivid sharing. My wife stills rises early, so I get up too; gives me more of the day for poetry and photography
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My husband is an early riser too (reversed now from how it used to be). Some days, I am able to rise earlier than others. Poetry, photography, and painting are my draws.
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I’m sorry to hear about being afflicted with chronic pain. You write beautifully of your struggle.
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Thanks Jo. I try not to complain too much – this prompt, unfortunately, led me there.
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The onset of chronic illness can make any movements difficult and throw away the day’s plan. Hope you get to enjoy the afternoon and marvel the warmth of summer before the onset of autumn. I appreciate your personal share.
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Thanks Grace – once I get the body going, there is plenty to enjoy.
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I share that moment of awakening and the aches and pain that come thereafter! Better than the alternative of not waking at all, I tell myself! Well written!
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Yes, Beverly! The alternative sucks.
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I’m heartbroken that your mornings bring such discomfort, instead of joy, V.J. This knowledge makes me admire all the more your strength, and the beauty you still find all around you.
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Thanks, Heide – not always so bad. I do miss the early morning energy I used to have. There is always something in life to admire – I try to look there.
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love your haiku and the pivot you created, the rays and the wings very symbolic
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Thank you – wings not working today, lol.
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You have described very well the challenges of living with pain. Morning brings new challenges. The razors in you haiku reveal the pain.
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Thanks, Dwight. This morning seemed particularly bad – not all are this way, thank goodness.
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Sometimes I dream of mornings becoming afternoons. I agree that those rays can slice like razors. Love the imagery in your haiku.
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Thanks, Mish.
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