Early spring-
Rustling leaves
blow nascent fragrances
Eluding my alarm to
caress the curtains
Fluttering…
Goose bumps play
with my fingers
Drinking the
mellifluous notes
of nocturnes dozing
in dawn’s velvet
touch
It trickles down my
throat
sip by sip
sifting the morning
vacuum
of tangy brooding
I burst tiny
bubbles on my tongue
an attempt to assimilate
the whispering ticks
of my watch
Wonder how the
birds feel the early worm?
Do they feel those silent
seconds
drowning in the sky
scraped cacophony?
Tiny moist beads
grace my palms
The whiff of ginger
enmeshes into
a petrichor- a warmth
to cup my eyelids
an attempt to
mellow down their rapid movements
How can I pretend to be blind?
Falling asleep or awakening, we are prone to try to make sense of sounds, our surroundings are faded...you write about this well..probably a good thing to not see ourselves in the mirror so early in the morn, but you ask a good question. ;)
ReplyDeleteha. its def not easy...but you were doing well with it...the drinking/feel of it doing down your throat was nicely done...i like your use of language as well...mellifluous and cacphony are cool words....
ReplyDeleteNo easy task to pretend to be blind, but your poem works the other senses very well. I love 'dawn's velvet touch' and 'I burst tiny bubbles on my tongue.'
ReplyDeleteI love how you used colors & whiff of ginger ~ I like to wake up to the fragrance of spring ~
ReplyDeleteI always love petrichor...
ReplyDeleteSounds like that kind of morning when keeping your eyes shut is too challenging really.
ReplyDeleteYou do a wonderful job of evoking the other senses, though!
ReplyDeleteNot easy but you did a great job with this! Love your ending. Well done!
ReplyDeleteit is a great challenge isn't it. unfamiliar ground
ReplyDeleteI love that moment in the morning when I have time and can play with the idea of opening my eyes, or not, and savor the first seconds. I like how you added the question at the end.
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of those bubbles imitating ticks of the clock. The early worm probably feels the whole experience more than the bird! (Ha.) thanks for the charming poem. I am smiling at your process notes! K. (Manicddaily)
ReplyDeletenocturnes dozing
ReplyDeletein dawn’s velvet touch.... nice... so much tender music in a morning... you listened well...