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Sunrises are tricky things
by Amy NiggelIn the face of the sunrise
I saw bright beautiful things
with its rosy cheeks
and sun strained eyes
I found hope at last
my long lost blues
were alive again
awash with bird songs
I wanted to rise to greet the new day
embrace its challenges
find my winding way
along life's open roads.
I wanted to scale tall valleys
and explore deep peaks
and then I heard the buzzing
that awful
soul sucking
buzzing
as I reached blindly for my bedside table
I opened an eye to see the rain
that waited outside my window
it was then I decided to hide under the covers
and enjoy the sunrise for five more minutes. 06/10/2008 Author's Note: So sleepy. Really just trying to kick start my brain again in terms of creativity. I am well aware that the punctuation in this is non-existent and frankly awful.
Posted on 06/11/2008
Copyright © 2024 Amy Niggel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/11/08 at 04:07 AM Hi Amy,
No, it's not bad or awful at all. It's good. Sounds like, Dreaming of sunrises. Unless ya took a peek and didn't want to get up. That bed felt ever so good. :) I know the feeling.
Then that loud sound, time to wake up. :) |
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