Barely Waking Poem by Christine Austin Cole

This is so well-written. I favor writing poetry just as I wake up and many of my own have this dream-like quality that comes just at dawn. I especially liked the line 'My mind raced like wild lightning through a forgotten time.' and knew that my mind had been there many times. I hear songs dancing across the sky a lot. Thanks for this lovely picture of a new morning. Raynette

Christine - People who read Cheryl Moyer also read Christine Cole. I consider that a compliment after checking out your poetry. Barely waking is a collision between surreal and rem shock. That means I think it's cool stuff. Best wishes - Cheryl

Very lovely penning. Enjoyed. HG: -) xx

wow what a sweet poem is ths one..i really enjoyed it alot..well done 10/10

And I swear I heard A song dancing across The breathless sky Ah what a conviction … and existences on these nuances, these absent fillers of syncopated conversation that grow forests and jungles in a feeling heart

dawn, a most spiritual hour... unfortunately something we hardly see as we sleep through it....

Dawn - Day's most passionate hour!

Have you published? If not, why not?