- Slump, drowsy, warm and unsteady
I love the morning but for the day I’m not ready
- Everything is fresh the sky and the air
The day is a canvas, start painting I don’t dare
- For being unproductive in peace is so pleasant
We humans are lazy at times, production we resent
- The sun yawns and stretches just as we do
While we shower and think of the day and plan it through
- The smell of morning the cars, dirt, and air
All smell distasteful yet somehow fair
- And when the sun has learned and has out grew
We say our goodbyes as we witness the death of morning dew
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Morning and as always feedback is welcome
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Comments3
I enjoyed this poem. The rhyme and rhythm is very nice.
Thx w.c for the kind words
Very Beautiful made me feel very calm:)
Thx cricket
Good write, mornings are magical.
You are correct Finch
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