A simple lyrical poem from the time i wrote as much poetry as i could in a week, which prompted me to start to write from my experience of my environment & life, which i was previously not doing & struggling to write any poetry; in fact until my Week of Poems, i was on the cusp of giving up on poetry.
During the writing of this week long odyssey, i was in the middle of constructing our guesthouse & would quickly jot anything down in my notepad. Some of those poems have survived— though pulled into shape a bit, their raw beginnings persist.
early
awake before the sun
i slip my dirty work jeans on
without the help of artificial light
pull on my shirt
freckled with green paint
& white mortar
eat sticky rice, kimchi
a spoonful or two of bean soup
to scoop the tired out my head
—then feed the dog & sit with her
awhile, stroking her cold fur
whilst waiting for the sun to bob up
—buoy of the day, it comes
from behind the mountain
same old sun.
Daniel Paul Marshall 
So cool!
A short but accurate observation, thanks.
Beautiful repose.
“…buoy of the day…”
Love that.
I’d like to see the leviathan that chews the sun’s anchor rope for the whole night!
Ta very much. This is a simple poem but i think it has a warm-canto-earnest sensibility. Be some sight to watch old Levi gnaw on sun ropes like a toothless man with a lump of gristle. I’ll keep my eye on the sky.