Wake up
faint morning arrives
black burns into ashy-gray
and gray blooms into roses
Wake up
there’s coffee
it’s hot and ready
so wake up
Author’s Notes:
This week’s poem is on the minimalistic side, but I’m really happy with it. The description of a sunrise is understated in a way that I think suits the poem, and I think that the poem makes a very practical argument to get you out of bed:
Wake up
there’s a beautiful sunrise out there
and also I made coffee.
(Note on the Author’s Note: At this point in writing the Author’s Note, the author has stopped writing and now has a very confused look on his face as he slowly realizes that the little poem summary he just wrote is probably a better poem than the actual poem itself. He looks at his computer dumbly, and doesn’t really know what to do about that.)
Favorite Line:
there’s a beautiful sunrise out there
Favorite Poem:
The poem I accidentally wrote when I was trying to describe the original one.