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I Find My Mornings So Forlorn-A Kyrielle Sonnet. - Poem by anne seite

I'll kick the cat then stir the fish,
drink stale, cold coffee from a dish.
I'll rise at noon, that's my new dawn.
I find my mornings so forlorn.

Get dressed. No shower, no shampoo.
Another day to muddle through.
A crumpled skirt, a blouse that's torn.
I find my mornings so forlorn.

I think I should have stayed in bed,
my purple feathered hat looks dead,
my army coat is bald and worn.
I find my mornings so forlorn.

I'll kick the cat then stir the fish,
I find my mornings so forlorn.

Topic(s) of this poem: fun

Form: Kyrielle


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Mornings

Comments about I Find My Mornings So Forlorn-A Kyrielle Sonnet. by anne seite

  • (3/26/2017 8:30:00 PM)


    This is an excellent example of Kyrielle Sonnet! Nicely done! (Report) Reply

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  • (1/29/2016 6:33:00 AM)


    Kyrielle Sonnets can get stilted because of their form. Hope this is not my case (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2016



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