I need to write…
a poem
early…
Before breakfast.
Before caffeine dilutes
My train of thought.
Before dreams are lost
And plans for work
Muddle my mind,
With stuff
Of yesterdays
Of tomorrows
Of days left behind
And gifts of days lingering to become
As yet, unwrapped.
I write…
as my heart
Fills with pale whispered light
Because sunlight
Eludes my soul…
before dawn.
I dream…
As charcoal skies crack open
pouring water from the spout
of a cold pitcher
shiny, stainless.
I dream…
And write
When heavens are bleak
With ashen clouds
And angels cry.
I write…
A poem at dawn, early
Before breakfast…
What a way to breathe in a new dawn
With hope, with a smile
With my heart full of joy.
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What a beautiful thought … to write first thing, first thoughts, first formed reality.
Who’m I kidding. I hate mornings. I’m never even fully conscious until my second cup of coffee.
A beautiful expression, however.