What is that incessant noise?
Irritatingly interrupting my sleep,
Unravelling the edges of a dream.
Slowly I swim to the surface of reality -
There it is again!
Stabbing like a knife into my foggy brain.
6 a.m. - 6 a.m. - 6 a.m.! !
Lethargically I reach across my pillow
To the source of my irritation
With unsteady deliberation..........
Where is that little button, anyway? ?
Yes! Finally - blessed silence!
It can't be time to get up already -
Where did the night go?
And what about that wonderful dream?
If I try really hard, can I fall back to sleep
And pick up where I left off....hmmm......?
Just get your butt out of bed and get moving!
Is that coffee I smell?
Half awake, I follow the aroma to the kitchen -
Ahhhhh.........that first wake-up sip.........
YOUCH! Burned my tongue -
Geeze! That smarts!
Deep breath........OK... move it, move it, move it!
God, I hate mornings!
Time to do the morning routine................
Once again.
5/08/2009
Hi Lin its so much fun when simple every day things the munadane and the ordinary are transformed into verse and polished almost beyong recognition...to assume...almost a greater than life size presence although its there very day yet...you made such an occasion out of ayawn an stretch phnomenal cheers
A narrative & yarn worth a million accolades & votes....So well depicted is this every humans scenario, and NIGHTMARE! .....Midnight, you continue to shine bright, to your Readerships delight....'bout things that go Buzzzzzz in the night! ~ ~ ~ 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh an then... with your permission i will turn to the other end of night an do a poem of the same name..if its ok with you...in a couple o days very nice cheers