John Carter Brown

Into The Morning - Poem by John Carter Brown

Into the morning rhythm now
The key is out the lock;
The kettle's bravely boiling
As I glance up at the clock;
I cannot find the tea-bags
So coffee make instead,
Half wondering why I've bothered
To stir myself from bed.

Another night is over
The morning calls the shots;
I yawn and stretch and rub my eyes
Whilst joining up the dots;
Today will be like yesterday
I figure, what's the rush?
I've cleaned my teeth and washed my hair,
Now where the heck's that brush?

Into the morning rhythm, yes,
But feeling still half dead,
Half wondering why I've bothered
To drag myself from bed.

(Written Nov 2013)

Comments about Into The Morning by John Carter Brown

  • (12/13/2013 11:25:00 AM)

    An honest write. Life isn't all energy and 'go-go-go' like in the annoying adverts. It must have been one of those dull November days. A few rays of sun would produce a different poem. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/30/2013 10:16:00 AM)

    Though each day seems a little harder it is great to greet another day I enjoyed this wake me upper-fine job (Report) Reply

  • (11/29/2013 4:56:00 PM)

    Some days are like that - why bother getting out of bed? Well written. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013

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