Saturday, August 24, 2013

That wonderful time before your mind completely lets go of the night.

        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

3 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. Hi 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.

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