Rambling

The updraft of the day awakens me,
slowly I taste the it
and unglue myself from dreams
It is too early
to cut the air
I pull scrambles,
ramble to where
a man made waterfall
hides me in mist.
Some mornings are just too early
and kisses miss that
adrenaline kick
I like mine, warm, smooth and black
no pseudo mocha
or la di da latte.
I firmly believe that
strawberries grow
in yoghurt pots,
they are the alpine variety.
I find colours become clearer,
if it is a good day
I am cool and decisive,
I like lingerie to match
while I hatch my plans,
carelessly throwing grain;
It makes me sneeze.
I hope you like my morning curls
I'll untangle them for you,
become sleek
and while you sleep,
I'll sneak a glance,
count sheep.
Your tastes are different to mine.





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Written on 2009-08-25 at 09:53

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"too early to cut the air...." What a unique way of describing waking up. Some of the best poems are about everyday experiences and the way we meet our day.
2009-08-25


NicholasG
Your poetry is certainly to my taste. You can even make mornings delightful.
Merci, Nick
2009-08-25


shells
Stunning pooetry, it certainly has the lovely chaos of early morning waking, love the line "unglue myself from dreams".
2009-08-25



wow!! you are breathtaking to read!
beautiful poetry like the poet herself!!
always a joy to read you!!

cyndi
2009-08-25