the cry of a rooster
carries the first sun-rays
over the hill into the day
streaming the rumble mumble
of the early morning rush
and the sound of school-bells
in children's voices
the neighbor's dog still barks
the kettle whistles, the birds sing
the cat winds itself around its tail
the kitchen calls for breakfast
a key to close the door
a key to open the gate
a key to start the car
in a controlled traffic jam
with drumming fingers
watching nothing in particular
humming a song I don't really know
sipping coffee I brought from home
drive and stop and drive and slow
a liberating flush and loud honks
while my cell comes to life again
with the cry of a rooster
Dear Femina, I liked the quickness and speed expressed in this poem. Nice one! I wish I could read more of your poems during the coming days. If you wish, you can read some of my poems on Nature and send your views on them. hope for your favourable response. Thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the cry of a rooster carries the first sun-rays..streaming in the rumble mumble you have amazingly perceived the imagery. This poem is very brilliantly penned. The cry of rooster is heard. 10