Monday, May 21, 2007

Squinting Rosewood

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.

19 comments:

C said...

Yes I feel the morning grogginess in that one. I posted a poem at my site - I think you will like it.

jel said...

a very good way to wake up!

floots said...

love that image
"the squinting rosewood of the day"
cheers

boulies said...

I just woke up and came to this excellent poem... and for me, timed appropriately.

Katie McKenna said...

smiling.... such an apt description of some mornings - and said so beautifully! Thank you!

bre32 said...

nice one

Janice Thomson said...

Oh, I really like your images of waking up Pat. Ditto Floots on the last line.

sage said...

Nice poem--I love waking up to birds singing--you add a nice touch with the "feathers dusting"

mikaelah said...

a brain that does housework before you even get up! what a jewel!
and such great images you find at the crack of dawn.

polona said...

that's a nice way to wake up...
love it!

Kai C. said...

this is nice..

Masago said...

...and you have us tap-dancing to this delightful poetic expression.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

this is beautiful -- well written

trinitystar said...

ditto on Floots ... Get up Get up!
:o)

Beaman said...

Expertly written. Wonderful choice of words.

Don Iannone said...

A falling awake experience I take it...

Well done, Pat.

dsnake1 said...

pat, what a busy morning! :)

lovely images.

daisies said...

:) lovely squinting rosewood of the day ~ so beautifully expressed.

tongue in cheek said...

under the rug...clever line!