Book of poems written for the second and third years of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
Invalid Photo #1066529 Mornings Morning and unfocused vision, blurred by too much day, observes the ringing clockface through the hope of coffee soon. So the memory serves these icons, once the heralds of the dawn, but departed for the junkyard, percolator and alarm. Now the mornings sing of rumbling cellphone dancing in the dark, and the voice that hails the moment, “Hey, Google, turn on the coffee pot!” Line count: 12 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 25 2022 Prompt: As per illustration. |