Morning

Louisa Burgess

Upon awakening
morning sun is blinding
the fuzziness abiding

Morning is too soon
just looking at the moon
before sleeping in a spoon

Upon awakening
to the window stumbling
the puffiness subsiding

Morning is the time
but night is usually mine
when feeling more sublime

Published by Louisa Burgess

Life long NYer. Expressing myself through the written word has been my lifelong hobby and vocation. Somehow I managed to raise two sons and actually worked for a living! Recently moved to Texas!Louisa Burges...  View profile

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  • SeaZone6/16/2008

    Another great poem!

  • 3lilangels6/16/2008

    Sooooooooo nice hate mornings though hehe!!!!!!!!!

  • Morton Templeton6/15/2008

    loved it but i'm a morning person

  • Donald Pennington6/15/2008

    In a spoon? YES!!

  • Baconator6/15/2008

    I take nights over mornings any day of the week...! :-p

  • Christine Bruness6/14/2008

    Yes! Night is mine, too! That is when the magic happens! Love this!

  • Madison Ogashi6/14/2008

    nice poem... good job!

  • Tony Vega6/14/2008

    Fantastic!

  • ILAKKUVANAR MARAIMALAI6/14/2008

    Good 'Morning'!Excellent poem.

  • Genie Walker6/14/2008

    I like it!

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