The spent me

The ancient wood ached and creaked,

As I tossed, turned and freaked.

The strewn pillows in need of peace,

When the morning trickled in and softly teased.

Crumbs of bread on the plate,

The cold leftover tea in the cup stayed.

The Newspaper waiting to be read,

With drooping eyes I on bed remained.

Incomplete lines from the night before waiting to meet its fate,

 My jumbled thoughts at play these state.

Putting them at rest,

A gust of cold wind moved around in their quest.

Peering outside with a leisurely sight,

I caught the gathering clouds in flight.

Envisaging a downpour of their might,

The crumpled me merrily yawned and slept tight.

Reviews

[Meghan]

As a whole, I do like the piece. I think there may have been some editing oversights with punctuation and pronoun agreement, etc. I might also take a fresh look at some of your phrasing; it can be confusing at times. I had to reread a few lines, myself, to get the gist.

Overall, it has the makings of a very nice poem. Don't hesitate to shoot me a note if you want a different pair of eyes helping with revisions.

[Lively]

Very well written...

[Abhishek Ramkissoon]

loved the rhyming above, its sweet. nicely developed and very enjoyable to read. appreciated it all the way. even read it thrice, as it made me smile.