Awakened

I woke up at 5 a.m. and decided to watch the sunrise for the first time in a while.

 

 

Silence and shadows

envelop the room.

Clothed in darkness,

chairs and table corners

excitedly greet 

unknowing toes and hips.

Restrained swears empower

a few limps to the window.

The glass is cool.

Outside the world is inked

with unmoving silhouettes.

Dormant.

Dreaming.

Waiting.

A small insect lands upon the sill,

making one last venture

around the kitchen, its planet.

The house creaks.

It is sore, weather-beaten.

The clock’s pendulum swings,

resigned to the monotony of its

 wooden prison.

6:25.

There.

A sliver of gold peeks over the horizon

and pierces the night.

The birds scrape their wings across the clouds

and chirp with triumph.

With a great yawn the sun awakes,

teasing the sky with warmth.

Beautiful.

Breathtaking.

A divine performance.

Arms of sunlight stretch to embrace 

a hidden world.

It explodes with color.

Reviews

[Jean P. Prudhomme]

I love these lines:
"The birds scrape their wings across the clouds
and chirp with triumph.
With a great yawn the sun awakes,
teasing the sky with warmth."

You are very good, my dear. Some have it and some don't. Some must sweat for it and some are naturals. You seem a natural. I am seriously impressed. I will read on.

"Outside the world is inked with unmoving silhouettes." - Beautiful

Jean P.

[emmajoy]

What a beautiful poem. The time between night and day is magical, spiritual, held in space.. I love it and admire your words inasmuch they describe that period almost miraculously. There are so many phrases, lines, that caught my eye.. all of it to be honest but...

'A sliver of gold peeks over the horizon

and pierces the night.

The birds scrape their wings across the clouds

and chirp with triumph.

With a great yawn the sun awakes,

teasing the sky with warmth.

Beautiful.

Breathtaking.'

And so it your writing breathtaking.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Fabulously beautiful, this is definitely a finalist in my Forces of Nature contest.

[THE LOST ROSE]

Okay I must admit it. People call me a poet and it is poems like this that i used to prove what real poetry is about. Great write when i grow up one day I pray God gives me this gift that you have. Great write.

[John McGrael]

wow, breathe-taking.....

thts all i have to say

[Legion]

And thus the curtain rises and the play begins (again). I like it. Well done.

[Mark]

"Ode To The Insomniac"!
Only we who are habitually awake in the pre-dawn hours can know the beauty of the first chirps, the first waft of breeze, the first reticent rays, and deem them worth their price: a hundred stubbed toes, and a thousand hours of re-runs!

[Scott Free]

I am so glad my good friend Rick requested me to read this.
As Jean said, you are a natural. The words and comparisons flow into the manuscript with amazing ease. I am simply in awe. Very very very very good. I must add this to my favorites.
Keep writing, 'cause if you don't I will send men with sharp pointy knives to force you into it. :D

~Scott

[Rick Puetter]

Dear J.K.P.

[Jemma]

The imagery is amazing. I love it.
It flows thoughtfully.
I love the sunset. One of lifes beautys. A heaven on earth.
I loved this.
"Outside the world is inked

with unmoving silhouettes"
Would of had to of been my fave line in the poem. it just jumped out at me and made it what it is.

[A]

Great writing and I love the imagery! :)