Waking Moments
Fleeting images replaced with waking reality,
Eyes flutter, vision blurred, crusting light;
The mind reboots as higher functions call,
Thoughts of the day, flashing of obligations;
Slow rising from clouds of blankets,
Cold granite greeting stretching toes;
Muscles moan as power restores,
Up standing, arms stretching to the sun;
Shivers bolt through the machine,
Breathing deep and grateful;
First step into the future,
New day has begun.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.