Filtering the morning light,
my bedside window gleams abright.
Awakening to sunlit beams,
yawning, I stretch, still lost in dreams.
Standing, I slide my feet
onto bare wood planks beneath.
Father reads the paper while
ma potters round, as is her style.
Lamticks of toast and egg await;
Soon piled high upon my plate.
Still my window gleams in gold,
my mood increasing nigh tenfold.
Breakfast done, milk skulled a tad,
I thank my mumma and my dad,
before retiring once more,
throwing widemy closet door,
preparing my clothes for the day,
I head to the bathroom for a bathe.
Shortly soaked, clothes abreast,
charged to bones after that rest.
Glancing at my window once again,
throwing wide the window panes,
a soft breeze caresses face,
and I know I woke in the right place.
Author notes
The ritual of a person in the morning.
I quite enjoyed writing this, actually, the rhymes were fluid and the words breathed through me as though twere I who had awoken in the church, enjoyed a breakfast and sucessfully prepared for my day...
So fun... enjoi le reade.
-SF
A contest entry
- What Do You See Now (Round 1) by just mercedes.
500 points, ended December 6, 2007, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feedback please! Your eyes' words help my vision... :-) Cheers for looking :-D
Comments
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thank you for your entry. You saw the prompt as I made it - an image of sunrise, the start of the day, and you responded to it well. Your poem is a flowing, human and intimate gift. Well done.
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ps pardon the typo in the authors' notes and the lack of space in line 16... will edit when time have I..
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