Again

Eyes squint,
A new day,
Birds chirp,
Footsteps heard,
Squeaky floor,
But not a word,
Hallway light clicks,
Kitchen sink,
Water runs,
Smell of coffee,
Day begun,
Alarm sounding,
Snooze button,
Now you're counting,
Blinds open,
With sunshine,
Yawning and stretching,
A wink of your eye,
Mug is ready,
You take a sip,
When you're done,
I kiss your lips,
Monday morning,
A new week,
Then I pause,
I kiss your cheek,
Clothes and shower,
Hair and shoes,
Eggs an bacon,
Maybe news,
Dawn til nightime,
Work past ten,
Tomorrow morning,
We do it again.

 

5:54 AM 4/28/2013 ©

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It seems like such a happy

It seems like such a happy poem but leaves me with a sense of depressingness. "Work past ten, Tomorrow mornig, We do it again." almost leaves me thinking of all the couples that go through the same routine until they start hating each other. I'm sure I am interpruting it in a different way than was intended, just leaving my thoughts.

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However you interpret it is

However you interpret it is fine, justanotherscreenname. There is no desired destination! Thank you so much for reading!!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "