42/365: A Tidy Switch

Work smart,
work fast,
work strong:
the advice points to a state,
that, by default, it claims is possible,
but only by implication,
perhaps an asterisk and a tiny disclaimer,
desire for truth,
a tidy switch.

The possibility is an ideal,
a dream object without authentic form —
I can see that —
and yet, still,
I lie here
at the bottom of my dry well
squinting
skyward
where
the
light
gets
in,
as though I'll never find my way out
if I don't believe in a tidy switch.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.

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Elan Morgan

Elan Morgan is a blogger, designer and consultant, and speaker who blogs and works from schmutzie.com, spreads gratitude through the graceinsmallthings.com social network, celebrates quality blogging with the canblogawards.com, and speaks all over. She has been seen in the Globe & Mail, Best Health and Woman's Day magazines, TEDxRegina, and on CBC News and Radio. She believes in and works to grow both personal and professional quality, genuine community, and meaningful content online.

41/365: Dry

They drink, and I work.
It is my old new normal.
Dry is feeling dry.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.

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Elan Morgan

Elan Morgan is a blogger, designer and consultant, and speaker who blogs and works from schmutzie.com, spreads gratitude through the graceinsmallthings.com social network, celebrates quality blogging with the canblogawards.com, and speaks all over. She has been seen in the Globe & Mail, Best Health and Woman's Day magazines, TEDxRegina, and on CBC News and Radio. She believes in and works to grow both personal and professional quality, genuine community, and meaningful content online.

40/365: My Own Boy

cat's eye

I had a bag full of cat's eye marbles,
the kind we all had;
mine were ages old and chipped, though,
they played wobbly,
but it was no matter:
I didn't play.
I carried marbles in a Crown Royal bag
just to hear the clack and chink inside purple flannel
and think about my uncles 20 and 30 years before
who rolled them up against their thumb knuckles
so they could kick them out.
I became the boy with leather-soled shoes
and Brylcreem in his hair.
Maybe someone hit me in the shoulder.
Maybe I oiled a ball glove.
Maybe my hands smelled like my grandmother's soap.
I'd run home to eat sandwiches
and ignore my own name.
I'd kick up my heels like Fred Astaire.
I'd whistle through grass blades.
I was my own boy.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.

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Elan Morgan

Elan Morgan is a blogger, designer and consultant, and speaker who blogs and works from schmutzie.com, spreads gratitude through the graceinsmallthings.com social network, celebrates quality blogging with the canblogawards.com, and speaks all over. She has been seen in the Globe & Mail, Best Health and Woman's Day magazines, TEDxRegina, and on CBC News and Radio. She believes in and works to grow both personal and professional quality, genuine community, and meaningful content online.