Awakening
I know it’s still dark before I open my eyes,
witness to the loom of winter.
Words tumble in my head,
demand freedom to sweeten the day with poetry.
The whirling stops, my thoughts unfurl.
for http://www.writingourwayhome.com/p/river-jan-12.html
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I like this a lot, and the sentiment. For me, i get this kind of restlessness before I write poem…its almost like i need the loo! ha ha…and this poem has that restlessness, and then the calm of writing
Lovely description of first thing.
Beautiful!
That is how my mind feels every morning but I have never said it so nicely
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