On a cold, crisp March morning
Sanaa -
March 11, 2020
Earlier PoemsPoetry

The shape of clouds unfurls like a flower
cream-colored,
its light filtering soft— such that embraces
the ground,
and fragrance of post-rain validates the hour.
There is something about the early hours of morning
that entices me,
as coffee lips utter the first words that come to mind;
the kind of poems I write
are the ones
you read stretched out under the covers.
Don’t tell me the blushing sun is unwitting,
the dark potency of my desire brings even Eros
to his knees—
teasing the shadows, I watch as sunlight unveils
the distant hills;
I am an early bird,
my song, a conversation the night has with dawn.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Rommy invites us to shape our work around the idea
of early birds, night owls or both. Come join us! 📝

A Skylover Wordlist: Cream, fragrant, ground 💝

Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United

26 Responses

  1. Ron. says:
    March 11, 2020 at 7:35 pm

    I used to be one of you Early Birders, but Time keeps playing tricks on me, changing my sleepschedule willy-nilly. I can tell you this much, though; your photo gives me nightmares; I could never sleep there.

    This poem rocks, Sanaa. My hat’s off. salute!

    (And please allow me to add my thanks for stopping by my blog so often. )

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    March 11, 2020 at 8:03 pm

    Beautifully said, Sanaa; that last line in particular. Almost, you convince me … but not quite. 🙂

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  3. Helen says:
    March 12, 2020 at 1:59 am

    coffee lips ….. aaah.

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  4. Rommy says:
    March 12, 2020 at 5:20 am

    Mmm…poetry reading. Add a big mug of tea and you’ve just described paradise.

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    • Sanaa says:
      March 13, 2020 at 1:46 am

      Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

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  5. gillena says:
    March 12, 2020 at 6:01 am

    I too am an early bird except for nights when i am plagued with insomnia. Happens every now and then.
    Happy Wednesday Sanaa

    Much❤love

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  6. Revived Writer says:
    March 12, 2020 at 6:35 am

    Beautiful, as always! I am also an early bird.

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  7. Old Egg says:
    March 12, 2020 at 9:17 am

    I had to grin when I read that you brought Eros to his knees! The sooner I can get that cup of tea the better after I open my eyes!

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  8. Stranded Tree says:
    March 12, 2020 at 10:36 am

    The thoughts of the fragrance of post-rain and the conversations between night and dawn. You give such beautiful imagery, Sanaa.

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  9. Margaret Bednar says:
    March 12, 2020 at 11:12 am

    that image! I hope it IS yours… what a view and it would inspire poetry when night meets dawn!

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  10. Kerry says:
    March 13, 2020 at 11:19 pm

    I have loved your march poems, Sanaa. Each one has been a thing of beauty.
    Thank you for taking the Skylover Wordlist to the next level.

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    • Sanaa says:
      March 14, 2020 at 2:08 am

      Thank you so much, Kerry 😍 so glad you enjoyed them 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the inspirational word-list) 🌹

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  11. Susie Clevenger says:
    March 14, 2020 at 6:38 am

    Oh, I love this especially how you ended it…beautiful

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  12. Barry says:
    March 15, 2020 at 6:24 am

    You make being an early bird almost enticing enough to convert. Almost! 😉

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  13. Sara McNulty says:
    March 17, 2020 at 8:14 am

    Love this, Sanaa! It defines a personal space, and the end line was stunning.

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