Breakfast

The daybreak has a special taste,
each morning as I rise.
It feeds me deep within my soul,
a feast for hungry eyes.

 

An eastern view is all I need,
to nosh my hungry core.
Orangey-blues and purple-grays,
I see outside my door.

 

In a moment’s time - breakfast ends,
colors become one light.
Once hidden things are soon revealed,
exposed in daytime’s dight.

 

I take with me my special time,
and eat throughout the day.
It keeps me strong within my soul,
trekking along the way.

 

To feed one’s soul takes varied things,
depends on who you are.
Some need a smile and some a song,
for me – it’s morning’s star.

 

Reviews

[JohnL]

I'm so glad to see that there are other morning folk around - these days it seems the only time my mind achieves any real clarity. Maybe as an American, you may not be familiar with what is, I think an English proverb:
Red sky at night, shepherd's delight;
Red sky at morning, sailor's warning.

Red sky at morning? Well I don't have to go out into the sailor's warning now I'm retired so I just sit back and watch the light show.
I find your description of the change period delightful:

In a moment's time - breakfast ends,
colors become one light.
Once hidden things are soon revealed,
exposed in daytime's dight.

And thanks for teaching me a new word. I had never come across dight before.
A simple, understandable and quite delightful poem which I have thoroughly enjoyed reading.
JohnL

[BrightEyes]

I'm actually eating dinner now so I just had to read a poem called Breakfast lol I see the star many a morning these days, but it is usually because I am still awake from the day before lol On those evenings when sleep does find me, there is nothing better than to head out onto my porch in the still dark and await the sunrise. If i am lucky, I get to share such an event with the buck that likes to feed in my field. This had that perfect flow which makes it simply roll off the tongue when read aloud. Nicely done. :)

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

In the third stanza, last line I think you mean to use the word 'light' instead of 'dight'. In any case, a beautiful undertaking which truly captures the essence of the morning rising.
Light,
Siddartha

[harpertess]

i loved this

i wake up super early
every morning, when no
one else is awake, so that i
can watch the sunrise in peace

thanks for sharing :)

[-Aurelia Mirella]

I adore this!

I think the poem itself is structured beautifully, and then the words! Oh they flow so well together...

I too enjoy watching the morning sky while I eat my breakfast. It is very easy to get lost in my thoughts and day dreams as I watch.

Very well done! I enjoyed reading your poem very much. :]

Always,
-Aurelia Mirella

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Very nicely written poem. May your morning star shine brightly. Thank you for sharing. Debileah