Sunrise
Epiphany?
No,
just the rising sun
blasting
through the frosted
glass
on the east wall.
A
laser.
Eyes
closed,
I
can feel it.
No
fast moves.
Aroma
of dark elixir.
Quiet
electric hum
inside
insulated walls.
A
favorite time
that
does not last.
Dennis Price
I've been enjoying reading your poetry. This one, I can really identify with as I am not the first one up of a morning and I love the way you describe morning coffee.
ReplyDeleteHi Vee. Glad you enjoyed that little ditty. I am having a cup of hot chocolate right now because I heard it was good for the memory.
ReplyDeleteReally?! Pour me a cup, too!
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