Morning – An Original Poem

Hello everyone,

I am sorry. I had to put up such a quick and unoriginal post. It was a very busy week, and I spent very little time writing during it. 

Thanks for bearing with me you all. 

I have been in a poetry mood (well, when am I not in one?) lately, and I am giddy about sharing more original poems on the blog. 

It is funny how your passions seem to overflow with our plans. I planned for this blog to have some occasional poetry. I wasn’t really comfortable with sharing it. Here I am in November and I feel like poetry is my main source of content. 🙂

I love when small life moments give you inspiration for art. I literally wrote a poem about waking up in my bed right after I did just that!

I am a serious nightowl who dreads most mornings. But weirdly I write a lot of my favorite poems in the morning. 

Ugh, just thinking about mornings makes me a bit sad. 

So here is one of those morning hour inspirations. 

Morning

Morning

The pool of saliva found next to your face

Morning

Thoughts of disgust and hygiene fill your mind

Morning 

The clock ticks incessantly

Morning

Waves of memory flood you

Morning

“Oh yeah that’s today. When are we doing that…7?” 

Morning 

“Did I forget to text her back?”

Morning 

Slowly recollect thoughts as you stare at the wall 

Morning 

The clock face makes you frown

Morning 

Your stomach rumbles

Morning 

Your mind scans through the fridge and pantry

Morning

“I hope there’s more granola.”

Morning 

You finally recognize other sounds

Morning

Birds outside and someone clomping down the stairs

Morning

Now a twinge of guilt rises

Morning

“Why don’t I get up?”

Morning 

“I’m wasting time”

Morning 

Still you don’t make a move

Morning 

Thoughts float to emails, tests, and tasks

Morning 

“What was the last time I took a shower?”

Morning

“I hope she’s free today.”

Morning 

“I hope there is good food to fix.”

Morning 

Continued procrastination

Morning 

You lift the blankets off your warm body

Morning 

You hesitate to touch the floor

Morning 

You swing your feet under the blankets

Morning 

An idea creeps into your brain

Morning

You grab your little journal

Morning 

You begin to jot down a simple poem

Morning

Minutes later

Morning

You finish with a smile

Morning

Your time to shine 

Top of the morning to you

There you have it! 

I hope you enjoyed my silliness! 🙂

~ Kenedy M.