Happy National Poetry Month! Here’s my first of thirty poems this April based on prompts from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog.

For today’s prompt, write a morning poem. Maybe you’re a morning person, maybe not. You’re poem can be about a morning. Or it can be set during the morning. And those who’ve done this before probably already know that I have no problem with you interpreting this as a “mourning poem”.



Dawn barges into my bedroom
like an insistent wife
with a list of chores
to be done before brunch.

I roll over and pile pillows
around my head as a city wall
to defend against barbarians
dressed in invading light

but sleep has abandoned me,
breaking promises made
over midnight glasses of wine
leaving me to the harsh new day

while I’m still mourning
the end of another night.

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15 Responses to Morning

  1. Patty says:

    So you are… not a morning person, I gather? Nicely done. This made me chuckle being a wife with a list of chores always at the ready. Look forward to the rest of the month! 😁

  2. Lisa Tomey says:

    Mourning morning, huh… Good one!!

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  4. JeanMarie says:

    I like this a lot. You’ve got a strong start to the month sir. Let me know if the wine and/or chocolate supply runs low and you need support!

  5. Violet Lentz says:

    Nicely done. As a serial insomniacs I agree with not always being thrilled to see the sum rise.

  6. gentraveling says:

    Some mornings are like that! Nice piece!

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