Morning Poems
On the softness of
Comfort
I lay,gazing into the
blank Darkness,
Waiting the sun's warmth
The hark's voice echoes
In the outside world in
Unison
With the pitched
Choruses of the crickets.
Tensed,I became.
Never wavering,waited I
Patiently for a birth,what
Birth.........?
Then the nightingale's
melodious songs
Pervading the
Atmosphere,gazed I once
Again- the dispersing
Night casting darkness
Into oblivion with the
Birth of a new dawn.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment