Tag: Morning

Good Morning – A Quadrille

Good Morning

Sleep slinked away like a thief in the night
In the wee hours of the morning
countless sheep filled a head
waiting for dawn to break
With it came brightness and clarity
A palette of blazing orange
with whisps of grey brushing the sky



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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse.  She has
promoted us with "Morning"
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title

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Morning

Morning

The sounds of skylarks and curlews
break the stillness of the morning
The sensory architect already at work
A fading moon compromises
giving way to the sun dawning
 
Mist suspended over water
waiting for warmth to dissipate
The rocks are bathed clean
Gulls squawking in salty air
A traveling east wind invigorates
 
On a white capped speckled sea
Fisher boats already far from view
Night time now held to ransom
for the day is center stage
adorned in its morning hue
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Lillian is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets Pub

Word Prompts:

Ransom - WOTD
Architect - RDP

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Date

Date

Early morning light
Streaks through the curtain
Another day dawning
That’s all that is certain

Sarah lies in her bed
Remembering what occurred
The events of the previous night
Have left her somewhat disturbed

“What happened?” she thought
Everything was going so great
Andrew was delightful
Considering it was a blind date

They had gone to a restaurant
For an early dinner and talk
Then a movie to follow
And a stroll on the boardwalk

Andrew had become romantic
And leaned in to kiss
She reciprocated the action
It was a moment of bliss

It lasted just a moment
And then he doubled over in pain
What was the problem?
She could not ascertain

After some endless moments
Sarah realized what was amiss
He’d eaten the lamb curry
It wasn’t the kiss

The hospital emergency room
Was where they eventually parted
They likely wouldn’t meet again
Dating is not for the faint hearted

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Bjorn’s challenge at D’Verse Poets Writing Narrative Poetry

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