Good Morning


The bird is up.
So am I.
He makes a cacophony of his morning.
I write.

I simmer over lines
as morning treads in softly;
like some old movie
where they crank up the brightness.

There is no waft of coffee here;
just the sear of a sun bleary-eyed,
you need to open your eyes.

Read me.
There is a bird in these lines.

And some cacophony.

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2 Responses to Good Morning

  1. Ash March 25, 2012 at 6:30 pm #

    “There is no waft of coffee here”

    Honestly, I am so happy to read that. I’m bored to death of reading poems about morning, almost always accompanied by “aroma of coffee”. This is refreshingly different!

    “Read me.
    There is a bird in these lines”

    Amazing. Absolutely amazing!

    • Soni Somarajan March 28, 2012 at 8:36 am #

      Thank you, Ash! When praise comes from you, it gains a whole new meaning.

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