collage by Lisa Tomey
Happy Easter! It’s day 12 for National Poetry Month. Today’s prompt is: Let’s write a bright, wake up kind of poem. It could be about the joy of morning, joy of coffee, joy of being or even a reverse of all these things. What have yo u? Show me, please, in the comments.
And I always like to offer some other resources so you might want to check out
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides or NaPoWriMo
Thanks for the prompt Lisa. I’ve been following Brewer but didn’t like the one for today. I wrote to your wake-up prompt. Finally – a Non-plague poem! 🙂
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Thank you for participating!
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Insomniac Blues
Once again I am the victim
of a reversed circadian rhythm
Struggle to get up early
still late to the celebration.
It was a good day but I’m tired.
Home in bed by 9.
Awake at 10:30. Ready to party!
Too bad are all my friends are asleep.
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Circadian rhythm is way off here too. Nice poem.
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Thanks .
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A clever, fresh twist on the problem of being an insomniac night owl. Hoot would have thought of it but you?
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