5th of June, 2026 5:04am: The simple joy of a freshly opened coffee container, sets the day on a good path. The simple things are what keeps the mind on a great track for the rest of the day. Also as the week closes, comes another sense of ease to the world. There's a vibe you feel with everyone on a Friday, that is a little more laid back, and joyous, if you don't work the weekends. It's like a little Christmas that comes every week, that we all look forward to.
4th of June, 2026 4:20am: Why does the world want to make you feel awkward for hating to be the centre of attention? Why when you drop that theatrical mask of enjoying it, that people assume you are cold?
3rd of June, 2026 4:14am: Why does one draw away from aging, when there is still so much more to experience in life? Drop youth by the wayside, as what it teaches you is no longer needed. The dawn is rising just over your shoulder. Turn around and face it's warmth. You've earned this.
2nd of June, 2026 4:31am: The air is crisp through the window. A nice cool spring morning. Queit. I am thinking of Charlotte Perkins Gilman's story The Yellow Wallpaper, and how reading it as a child gave me a life long love of that story. I guess I never knew at that tender age, how I would really come to appreciate the story as an adult. In certian points in my life, I too found myself trapped behind yellow patterns, and also seeking to find a way behind the patterns. The garden awaits.
1st of June, 2026 4:44am: What do we expect today? What do we want to expect? What will we get? What will we give?
31st May, 2026 5:28am: The bike, and the song that goes with it. Melody danced her way, right into my heart. Melody stole my heart, and danced away. Thank you S.T. for the song and bike. May we never grow old.
30th May, 2026 8:37am: We breathe this morning. The sun is out. We got the privilege to sleep in. The coffee is hot. This is all you need in life. We need more of the less.
29th May, 2026 4:12: Dampness of a three day rain has chilled into the bones of the house and into mine. No matter how hot a shower or bath is, it's something that can't be shaken. Now I know how a tree feels when its trunk is wet, and the water seeps into it's inner ageing circles. However, rain does make for my favourite kind of weather. Something so calm about it. It's meditative with its rhythm.
28 May, 2026 4:50am: It is the scent of lilacs that always triggers a memory, of walking home late one night from work, passing by someone's house with huge lilac trees. The rain in the air, and the flowers' scent made me remember my grandmother's home. They have always been my favourite flowers because of her. Also, it is funny how their scent reminds me, of me, having a memory of my grandmother. So I guess their fragrance reminds me of night time rainy walks, and her.
27 May, 2026 7:54pm: The visual poetry gallery is up.
27 May, 2026 4:37am: Lost bullets that aimlessly fire, can cut through a heart that gets caught in it's crossfire. We are not Superman or Superwoman, we can't dodge these. We sometimes get hit. It's painful isn't it? Shot in the heart? But we heal. We have to.
26 May, 2026 4:45am: There's a calm type of silence in this time of the morning. I was always a night person, until I had to become a morning person for my line of work. It gives me that same type of silence I loved, but something about this time of the morning. There's a renewal about it. I like to reflect, and create the most at this point in the day, especially when the sun is slowly coming up. The air is fresh, and mostly nobody is around, unlike the night time. I hope everyone can experience their 4am serenity, at whatever time of the day they're at.
25 May, 2026 5:32am: Monday starts again, after the weekend had me in a relaxed dream state. Warm weather. Good food and friends. It was one of those weekends you wish could be forever. The world around me now wakes to the rush of work and errands. May next weekend be as peaceful for me and you, dear reader, as well.
24 May, 2026 8:42am: The morning is late but dreaming a little longer was much needed. The breath of the air through the window from me to the sky is recharging on this quiet Sunday. It's like everything knows no war or chaos. A pure moment of zen. May you find little corners of zen in the chaos of life and the world. Savour it not matter how brief you may feel it.
23 May, 2026 8:36am The day opens up with coffee and the yawn of cars outside the window. The world seems peaceful, as I carry on with whatever it lays out today. The poem has been posted, and my coffee is getting cold.
22 May, 2026 5:01pm: What waits for us at the edge of the universe? When we get there in our time, like a shooting star from our earth, our feet all exhausting glitter and fire. A little torpedo soul in the vastness of the unknown. We will know what life's meaning is then. The grand mystery and our parts in it. We all have to return home some day. Sail on dear shooting star. You are the cosmos now.
21 May, 2026 4:45am: It's hard to concentrait in the noise of the world. I make the mistake of turning on the radio before my mind wakes up and the news gets to me, before I do.
21 May, 2026 8:58pm: We find stillness in the water. The splash didn't come yet, that will awaken everything into the reality that the sky is above us, and that we have gods.
© Nadette Noire 2026