April 09, 2011

B.C.**

PAD Challenge, Prompt #9: write about a time of day

Two bubbles of baby blue look out
under eyelids still heavy with sleep,
blankly staring at the long day
looming ahead, the bleakness
of never ending to do lists, the
curse of too few hours in the day.

They wrestle half-heartedly with
eyelids that want to sleep, drawn
by the sunlight peeking around
bedroom curtains but lulled to
sedation by larger darkness. Slowly
they open wholly and make way

down the hall, past the sleeping
dog, past clocks announcing the time,
past animated neon lights, into the
haven, where those baby blues light
upon stainless steel and glass, half
full already with steaming black gold,

that brew of champions, nectar of
liquid perfection, which calmingly
arouses the senses and wakens them
to the optimism of a new day. Somehow
the world seems less bleak after a few
sips of sweet creamy breakfast blend.

**(before coffee)

7 comments:

  1. Don't you just love that first coffee of the day!
    Your poem tells the story very well, with a great flow. I enjoyed visiting you from Poetry potluck.

    http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/04/11/evolution-in-a-nutshell/

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  2. I am with you. Where art thou reviver from thine fatigue!? Nice write.

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  3. lovely.. mines here~ http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/06/18/natures-gravity/

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  4. superb.

    you rock,
    appreciate your support.

    A++

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  5. nectar of
    liquid perfection - perfectly described. :)

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    :)

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  7. Interesting input.Well written !

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