Alone

Day 26 of Napowrimo

 

That lance of light that slid across the dark

I watch as it swiftly disappeared

That cloak of darkness shrouds the light

Time ticks as I wait for it to depart

That blanket of quietness masking every sound

I listen for a sign I am not alone

That cloud of stillness resonating around me

I feel its coldness on my skin

That weight of heaviness as I fall asleep

I am unaware of time slipping by

That shard of light that peeps through the curtains

I am still alone, in the tranquility of morning.

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Childhood morning

Morning has started

I listen from my bed

Birds chirping loudly

The electricity wakes

The shipping forecast

Talks from the bathroom

The kettle whistles

The shower hums

Familiar voices drift upwards

The clock strikes,

with 7 cuckoo chirps

the washing machine whirs

its on a top speed

and in just a moment

A voice will shout

Are you up yet?

As if you could sleep

through the electricity din

Of the house waking up

Once again.

Tritina for a holiday

Morning sun rises in the sky

Vapour trails linger uniquely

Picture perfect, in a magazine

 

Flicking pages of a magazine

Each holiday unfolds uniquely

Midday sun is high in the sky

 

Silver lined dark clouds appear uniquely

Closing the pages of the magazine

Above me the sun leaves the sky

 

And darkness floats down uniquely

Worth getting up for

This is the sort of morning that

The dew sparkles on the grass

The sun shines through the trees

Casing elongated shadows

Adorning the deep leaf carpet

The nip in the air tingles on the lips

Spider’s webs wait, hang between trees

Holding diamond droplets of dew

Waiting to stick to my face

Water bubbles and trickles

Gently meandering downstream

Birds gentling singing

In the canopy above

I stand in the warm sun

And close my eyes

It could almost be summer

Then the nip of the air

Tingles on my lips

And I remember autumn has arrived

And this is a day

Worth getting up for.

This is the day

morning

This is the day of morning dew

White cherry blossom, a canopy of shade

Bright Shards of sunlight, streaming through

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Sweet perfumes carried in the breeze

Droplets of dew sit like jewels,on the grass

This is the day of morning dew

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Sharp blue skies, puffy white clouds

Uplifting sunbeams, shine on my face

Droplets of dew sit like jewels,on the grass

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Buds on trees waiting to burst

Heady scent rising from carpets of blue

Uplifting sunbeams, shine on my face

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Dawn chorus awakens the season

This is the day of morning dew

Heady scent rising from carpets of blue

Bright Shards of sunlight, streaming through

Morning sun

Todays Napowrimo prompt was ‘An aubade is a morning love song’ morning sun

I have missed my lovers face,  as darkness hid  him through the night

Now dawn breaks, shards of morning sun

Dances with the breeze on my lovers face

I gaze at him, as he sleeps soundly, His tender face, rested, calm

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Wanting to kiss him awake to see the glorious day ahead

Birds sing their morning glory, I want him to wake

Share the sun, the birds and the flowers dancing in the breeze

Creeping from the room, I turn to watch him

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Just for a moment blissfully unaware that the night has gone

I make the coffee, the richness fills my head

I know as he lies sleeping, the sun caresses his face

A gentle kiss on his lips , he opens his eyes slowly and smiles

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There is the brightness of the day

The warmth of the morning sun

The song of the birds, the breeze in our face

and the day of happiness lies ahead.

As one

Today’s napowrimo prompt is a love poem without cliches or the word love. So here goes

The soft sweetness of the air surrounds your embrace

I feel it swirl around me as you hold me close,

I have waited for a lifetime for your gentle touch

As you tumble towards me through my darkness

I wait for that enchanted moment

When two eyes align

Two noses touch

Two lips are sealed together

And when morning wakes

With one tender kiss

I know you are still with me

A darkness surrounds us

And we are as one