Poems About the Morning by Top Critiquers

Inhaling cool air heavy with moisture
Grey clouds
revealing fragments of a pale blue sky
dappled with pink and white
of early morning light

Let me give it
To you straight
If you wish
to speak to me
As soon as I awake
You'll have to wait
For Heaven's sake

No one, not even
My precious pup
Will interact with me
Until I drink
My first cup of coffee

So, if you don't wish
To hear me moan
And let out a groan
You'd be wise
To hang up
That darn cell phone
And leave my
Cranky self alone

The nights draw in early
Cold and damp
The moon hidden behind clouds
Nearly absent

The heat indoors becomes stifling
The chill outside
Raw and primitive

One sleeps without resting
Lost in shadowy dreams
Fighting off colds and flu

In the morning fog hovers over the pavement
Cheerless like factory smoke
The damp leaves tease early morning commuters
Waiting to trip them as they hurry to the bus stops

Deadlines and stresses loom
The promise, or the threat, of Christmas

Mounting pressures...

Julie smiled big at Tori.
Julie's modeling for Tori's art class project.
That's before Mark walked in.
He sat on top of Julie's back.
Then, he started tickling her all over.