Wallowing

Another interesting assignment from my poetry workshop The voice is a wall that's watching you. Yes, a wall! The first poem should be during the day, the revised one at night Both poems to retain the same word count Wallowing Indeed, ears we have Alas! No tongue To tell her of my longing For those soft … Continue reading Wallowing

The Day Breaks

The Day Breaks Birds knock faithfully at my window Urging me awake, its nearly dawn Parting the curtains I see The blue-black shying away At the horizon The arrogant sun Can’t wait its turn A familiar call fills the air Which heart will fail to stir? Cold splashes do little Slumber stubborn to surrender What … Continue reading The Day Breaks