AwakenedA Poem by J.K.P.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. © 2009 J.K.P.Featured Review
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