Monday Morning
By Don Iannone
Monday morning darkness fades
as shimmering sunlight fills the front window.
Cheerful bird voices punctuate the sunrise
taking its time deciding what color dress to wear.
The three cats do their morning yoga
while I wait with puffed eyes and unruly hair
for fragant last drops of coffee to fill the awaiting pot.
Thoughts of writing a poem drift hopelessly through my consciousness--
knowing even a feeble poem requires a half cup of morning brew.
The day has started and so have I.
Working on my second cup and no poem yet. What brand are you drinking?? Good one!!
ReplyDeleteHello, Don!
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful poem you have! thank you.
have a good week
I'm always amazed as how easy it is for Don to right his poems. Or at least, that's how I think it must be. Nevertheless, I suppose that a tremedous amount of study and reading about poetry beforehand will have helped the poetic journey tremendously before arriving at such a professional skilled work of art.
ReplyDeleteIt's always a nice place to return to when you want to warm-up your heart again after a cold winter whether caused by nature or due to other human beings behavior.
Thank you Don!
It's a great life - I know that routine!
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for your comments. I'm awake. Pat, it's hazelnut coffee. Our favorite. Bernadette, I force myself to write a poem everyday. It's a part my daily routine. Some days I barely get one out.
ReplyDeleteThe morning brew
ReplyDeletethe day has started
and the poem too
The three cats do their morning yoga. What a memorable way to start a new week with!:)
ReplyDeleteso right
ReplyDelete(though it's hard for me at present as my doc has told me to cut back on coffee - de-caff doesn't cut it) :(
there's no life before coffee :)
ReplyDeletedelightful poem!