prompt 151 morning poem
Poems, poems, poems everywhere! Here’s something simple, some poem toast for your dawn.
The poem prompt.
Pick a morning, any morning, head on the pillow, and then…
What’s your first thought when you awake? The first thought, not ten minutes or even two minutes later, but the very first. Simple huh? But that’s the point – before your day starts making thoughts complex. Keep the poem appropriate as well, maybe even a haiku, something brief in honor of first morning thoughts (whatever your choice of poetic form). Just how close to “first” do you really think you can get?
Remember, this “prompt” posting is immediately open for you to post your poem links. Right now, tomorrow, or a week from now. At least for now we’ll post a “reminder” the following Wednesday – both to post your links if not already done AND to come read the poems written by others. But yea, put your poem links right here!
Happy poem writing!
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We Write Poems 
Joy – or dread
the first moment awake
It all depends on what lies ahead
Will I rise, rejoicing,
or burrow deeper under cover
willing the night to never end?
It all depends on what lies ahead
Today…
I know the feeling!
Borrowing from page 37 in your Hymnal… or Cat Stevens’ song book…
Thank God for your prompt. I was being battered by an oulipo. Feel free to ignore post and aim straight at the poem: http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2013/04/11/napowrimo-eleven-even/
what, please, is an oulipo?
Oh, ViV. I still feel battered. Take a poem and replace all the nouns with whichever word is seven below in the dictionary. Joseph had one a few days ago. His, naturally, sounded cool. Mine… ah well. I may post it today anyway, as we have possibly odd poems with Barbara’s prompt.
Oh, this is a nice change of pace.
http://purplepeninportland.wordpress.com/2013/04/12/relief/
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2013/04/12/mundane-morning-thoughts/ Boooorrrring
http://julesgemstonepages.wordpress.com/2013/04/12/orchestrated-2/
Whether or weather…This too shall pass…
satisfaction.
that was just the way I like it, mmm
…
oh. a dream
now I have to write the thing, again
This is the perfect dream of the perfect morning.
I wrote this a few months back. After trying to write a new morning prompt, this reality kept coming back to me:
http://1lostbeat.blogspot.com/2013/01/anniversary-sale.html
I have something going on in my life and my first thoughts in the morning, for some time, revolve around it.
http://roslynrosssmallstones.blogspot.com.au/2013/04/raw-moments.html
Not to prompt. Wakening thoughts were far too personal to share.
Elizabeth
PS You had to know I’d get here eventually.
Morning legs dangle
off the bed, as antique joints
brace for their touch down.
Do I know that feeling,
Elizabeth
Nice. I haven’t quite gotten there yet. But when I compare myself with my elders in their 80’s and 90’s I have to think I’m doing OK.
Rather unexpectedly a poem here, although I take no surprise with the sun each dawn.
morning poem
Sneak quietly to the bathroom
without waking the cat
who is sleeping on my feet