An Early Morning

I laid my body to rest

But rest did not comply

So I spent forever turning

Forever yearning

Listening to a symphony of choked snores

While birds greeted the morning

       I decided that rest would not comply

       This time

So I lifted myself

On the legs that had carried me through the world

I wandered languidly like a ghoul

Without order or direction

Until I was finally seated on my throne

My fingers created a tiny fire

That lit a tiny fireplace in a tiny glass cup

A warm scent of bourbon vanilla filled my lungs

A tiny euphoria

From a tiny candle

In a tiny glass cup

My vision was impaired

As I pressed the button that woke the beast

The beast of my civilisation

       The beast that they call "computer"

I squinted and turned my head sideways

And I faced the outer world

My mind was stunned by the beauty in the sky

       Pink and blue colors were resting upon a sleeping city

       The only ones awakening

       Were me and the sun

The rest of the world was in trance

They were somewhere else

While I was here

Me and the rising sun

       And for a moment I felt

       Something so utterly pure

       For a tiny moment

      Tinier than my tiny vanilla-scented fireplace

I felt

Like the whole world belonged to me.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

the musings of the insomniac ;} like your narrator i am wake most every day in the wee and witching hours ... me dog Beauregard typically will also get up and we go out together to gaze at the sky ... usually filled with stars ... your prose/poem brings me to that almost sacred silence of early dawn .. so well done says i ... i think personally i would not repeat "comply" ..its strong in L2 and is weakened in repetition .. in my opinion of course ... i like the spark of imagination in the lighting of the candle and seeing a fire in the hearth ... i like a clean shot of Jamison now and again so i can smell the bourbon ;))
i think the pic is perfect! putting it first might have even more of an impact and leave the reader with the close of your poem instead of the pic ... sorry if you aren't sleeping well .. i don't bother fighting it anymore but i am retired and can sleep or not when i please :)))) Happy New Year Omikron! peace and joy!
E.