With only the crickets chatter
To keep me company,
The breaking dawn
Lets herself in
Tiptoes, with the lightness
Of a cat's footfall,
Sits down at my tin topped table,
That we might spend quiet time
In reflection and expectation.
I pour myself into a cup of coffee
And measure my teaspoon thoughts...
The leftover rain
Swells the thirsty ground,
Dew dances on a spider's web
Woven outside my kitchen window
I love these empty hours,
All is fresh and fragrant
There is much promise
In this solitude of Sunday,
That I dare to linger, longer,
Drawing deep, on my cigarette,
Slow to pick up the pace...
I measure my teaspoon thoughts
Not quite prepared
For the daily headlines,
I'll steal another glimpse
Of sunrise...
For FREE....
And leave the newspaper on the lawn...
Weightless watching the morning
Come to life...
The slender fingers of a breeze
Caress the hanging chimes
Creating a symphony of sweet awakening,
No voices, as yet, to disturb
The orchestrated majesty
That is my morning.
If this is not joy, what, then?
To be serenaded by the breathing song
Of Autumn's entrance
With little to burden me today
I contemplate which way I'll walk
My graying dog,
Who stays asleep,
Still in my bed...
As if to relinquish his guard duty
Trusting me to welcome
The acquaintance of this day...
For now, little affects my calm...
I, alone, have a blank canvas
On which to paint my early hours.
So I sit, and sip,
And measure...
My teaspoon thoughts
Ah lovely....the changing season and inspiring time, such colors displayed in nature we feel in our life too...and i can see such colorful one in your work here...i loved the lightness you shared here..but please, dont smoking much okay, it is not good for health...enjoy your day! :) _SOul
A well painted word canvas of enlarging colours and images and possibilities. Measuring the morning in ever so even but tiny amounts to savour its rarity. Better than the sad use of coffee spoons in TS Elliot's Prufrock
Inspiration, delight, , quietness of the morning , dawn, incredible imagery. amazing words. teaspoon meditation. just wonderful thank you
Delightful! I can feel the luxurious quietness of the morning... and see the soft graying dawn in my mind’s eye... a special time of day for me... after all of the late night revelers have closed their doors and gone to sleep, and before the early morning risers have killed the quiet... the world is new and belongs to promise.
I just took a second tea spoon and found it sweeter than the first!
Bursting with beauty and impregnated with incredible imagery. Well done my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The first and the last stanzas are simply fabulous! 'So I sit, and sip, and measure... my teaspoon thoughts' The poem ends with these amazing words, there couldn't be a better way of describing the 'teaspoon thoughts'.