POETRY

A day in the life of…

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Dawn descends like a dominant seventh,
muzzy and mean as a muskmelon's mother.
The light lours with a lecherous leer,
groping and glaring.

Noon nags and nervously gnaws
its mittened minutes, mindlessly musty.
Sunshine saws the simpering sky,
trudging toward teatime.

Evening opens its esculent ears —
plaintive, pallid crepuscular prisms.
The gloaming glowers, glum as gravy
slopped in a saucer.

The morrow mutters militant marches
with partisan pencils, proud as a pigeon.
Totalitarian time is tolling
sinister sonnets.

Esther Greenleaf Murer has been writing poetry all her life and got serious about learning the craft when she turned 70. She published her first collection, Unglobed Fruit, in 2011. Links to many of her poems published online may be found on her blog. She lives in Philadelphia.

Dawn descends like a dominant seventh,
muzzy and mean as a muskmelon's mother.
The light lours with a lecherous leer,
groping and glaring.