Questioning Mornings

The sun pulls itself up on a reluctant sky,
slumber lingering in the fading night,
and alarms ring to herald the new day,
as dragging feet under spell
of dreams in slow decay,
find that mirror sigh of reality.

The first glimmer is a shock,
a jolt for the memory,
as thoughts invade the present,
and swirling sleep’s abode
finds a new place to hold its sentient being,
in teaming bright day.

Showers warm like cascading embrace,
allay those fears and fragmented night,
and slowly, thought by thought,
the present ensues, to make it right,
and bring the day’s plans to light,
the burdens that await.

Coffee sooths and kicks the start,
the motivation, the very heart of waking,
as birdsong brings the outside in,
a glance through window to know,
this is the day’s begin,
and dreams are tucked away.

Traffic hell awaits the weary traveler,
wasted time in queues of crawling frustration,
and horns resound all anger born,
timetables demand the keeping,
and soon the office desk and chains,
do quell those dreams of days of play.

Blankly staring at a screen,
wondering if this a worthy dream,
for dreams looked better in the night,
before reality deemed to bite,
and time just crawls along,
peering at the clock does nothing but prolong
the torturous day.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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