I woke this morning
to my brain sweeping
the detritus of dreams
under the rug of a first yawn.
The sun, with feathers of birdsong,
wiped the dust of darkness off
the squinting rosewood of day.
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Yes I feel the morning grogginess in that one. I posted a poem at my site - I think you will like it.
a very good way to wake up!
love that image
"the squinting rosewood of the day"
cheers
I just woke up and came to this excellent poem... and for me, timed appropriately.
smiling.... such an apt description of some mornings - and said so beautifully! Thank you!
Oh, I really like your images of waking up Pat. Ditto Floots on the last line.
Nice poem--I love waking up to birds singing--you add a nice touch with the "feathers dusting"
a brain that does housework before you even get up! what a jewel!
and such great images you find at the crack of dawn.
that's a nice way to wake up...
love it!
this is nice..
...and you have us tap-dancing to this delightful poetic expression.
this is beautiful -- well written
ditto on Floots ... Get up Get up!
:o)
Expertly written. Wonderful choice of words.
A falling awake experience I take it...
Well done, Pat.
pat, what a busy morning! :)
lovely images.
:) lovely squinting rosewood of the day ~ so beautifully expressed.
under the rug...clever line!
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