Melania’s Mornings – 12th November 2026

~ shaun tenzenmen 
Pale grays hint towards the morning,
I'm awake, as the heavy drapes hold back the day.
He's still sleeping, the way he does everything,
as though the world could wait.

Less armoured in sleep,
the perpetual squint of scrutiny relaxed.
A mountain of a man beneath the covers,
vulnerable in a way the world never sees.

They think they know him—
the podium, the profile, the monument,
the hair in silhouette
—it's time to raise the bear.

What was he dreaming?
I learned never to ask
and guarded my own thoughts
—I have my own weather.

With barely opened eyes
   he grabs his phone,
   and the squint returns,
   wondering how much he has won overnight.

Does the world want him?
Do I?

Shared with dVerse Poetics – Step Into The Lead

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The Strong Accept Responsibility

There’s no room for blaming gods or others
Good and evil is in the power of our own choices
The buck stops here, sisters and brothers
Let responsibility hear your rejoices

13 thoughts on “Melania’s Mornings – 12th November 2026”

  4. I have the same reaction as Kim. I assume she has her own room–and an escape strategy already planned. I have no sympathy for her though; she knew who he was when she married him.

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  5. Good pice Shaun – the line ‘I have my own weather’ – instantly establishes a fierce, independence that refuses to be eclipsed her husband- it’s about time she have him the heave-hi – but she must have known what he is like before she married him??

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