The morning dark sits quiet
as the overnight rain settles
and all the world is yet still
and roses keep closed their petals
Here I venture out half asleep
to get my coffee and start working
A creeping cat stops to stare
wondering why I am lurking
The girl smiles behind the counter
Hands my cup and wishes me well
As I think on the tasks that lay
out that door; I take in the smell
The scent alone opens my eyes
like a dark caffeine paradise
Then I know I can begin
and like the burning sun I rise
(October 12th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
