I rise before dawn,
The new day to start.
I creep downstairs silently ,
Trying not to disturb the wife,
Counting each stair
Until I reach thirteen,
And know I am at the bottom.
No lights do I switch on,
The dark surrounds me,
And I know my way.
I open the living room door
The brightness attacks me
From every corner!
The brightest being the laser blue light
Coming from the telephone,
Then there is the light from the stereo,
Showing me the time and the way
Into the dining room and kitchen.
Where the light from cooker
Microwave and coffee maker
And another beam from another ‘phone
Allow me to see.
The light from the radio
Again telling me the time.
My laptop on the table
With lights shining from the switch.
I turn the laptop on
And am bombarded with brightness
From the screen.
I click on my iPhone
To check for messages
And the brightness is so intense
That the sunglasses have go on.
So I sit hear writing these words,
Able to see my way through them,
Without turning on the lights.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am sorry if I do not comment on many poems today only my laptop is not playing and I need to get it working as there are some Church files on there that I need to resurrect. Andy way a bit of a fun one today.
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Comments5
Not time just yet for dark mornings, but it creeps up a minute or two each day now. A fine write Gold.
Don't like dark mornings when it gets late late. Do like this though - I can relate to it. Hope pooter is sorted soon G
Thanks Michael, I hope it is sorted soon as well.
I like the peaceful familiarity here. The feeling as the world wakes up around you.
Thank you b-e, you are so write all is so familiar and so normal.
Morning will never be dull or dark in your house my friend - can imagine all those extra lights to show the way to making an early morning cuppa eh
Very true , that first cuppa is another light in itself.
Great poem Goldfinch, I sometimes wonder how much electricity we squander with all these lights on.
Very true, we turn off most things but some are necessary and they seem to be the ones with lights of some description in them . Thank you Fred.
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