Birthing poetry

Early morning writing before work starts

A coffee cup that warms the hand
a pooch across his lap
the tick and tock of passing time
a single digit tap
that births the letters, words and verse
as poetry is born
whilst all sleep soundly in their beds
on an early summer morn'.

Author's Note

A quickie :)

Reviews

[Les]

Yes, that’s the way so many ordinary days start, yet each day is special and unique and you have captured that so well here.

[Gee]

Apologies for the late thank you :))
Thank you for dropping in

[alanwgraham]

Maybe quick but a lovely little poem Gee. My muse has departed for a while now. Perhaps I just need to sit with a coffee like you and start tapping on the keyboard. Thanks for your suggestion
All the best
Alan.

[Gee]

Cheers Alaa, good luck with the muse!
Hope all is well North of the border

[Red Brick Keshner]

oh the varied ways a poem is birthed, this one is quite comfortable and familiar... a moment of beauty captured in verse!

[Gee]

Thanks Frederick

[Dave Brown]

A very decent single digit offering
Mine take place mostly at night when I can finally stop and flop
Whenever, it is an enjoyable pastime, as your poem indicates

[Gee]

Cheers Dave :)

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
Just back from 5 days in Madrid celebrating 37 years of a happy marriage.
Delighted to read your poem while sipping a nice cup of cappuccino that Bob just made.
Enjoyed your early morning poem..
Have a good day at work..
Lisa

[Gee]

Congrats on the anniversary, you must have been a child bride :)
Hope you are both well Lisa, thanks for dropping by

[Levi]

Nice end rhymes, not much content

[Gee]

Mission accomplished then :)
Thank you for taking the time, brief though it was, to both read and comment on my vacuous piffle :)

[Chris Shaw]

That creative time, early in the morning when you get your inspiration Gee. And isn't it a great feeling when you have delivered that new poem? My poems are my babies :)) Coffee and pooch work well for you.

Chris

[Gee]

Morning Christine, thank you.
Get ya bikini on its gonna start warmin' up :))
Hope you are well :))

[John the Baptist]

Yes, the right atmosphere can help to birth poems. Never had a pooch on my lap when I write, though. Usually a female cat who has decided that I should fulfill my purpose in life by stroking her back.

[Gee]

Cheers jTB, hope you are well

[keith]

i wake up i get up i make & drink my coffee
feed and talk to my critters come inside enjoy a hand warming cup of calm and pleasure
then all hell breaks loose, and my day is officially a day
somehow somewhere i find time to play the tap tap tap song of writing
it is melodic
enjoyed the read, got me thinking! the smell of burning brain cells is smokey!

[Gee]

Lol, cheers Keith

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and who cuts the umbilical cord?

deep into the night, poetry rises out of the darkness.
j.

[Gee]

Morning Jacob, thank you for dropping in.
Hope all is well :)