In the Morning
IN THE MORNING
In the morning I chew on birds,
East-caffeinated chirping words.*
My adjectives ink-up with dawn,
To catch the shimmer of a fawn.
My mind’s sharp though my eyes are blurred.
With strong coffee my poem’s stirred.
Day shades blue and green as I yawn,
in the morning.
In the shadow of silent-curds,
the first light’s delphinium-spurred,
my muse ~ with brush in hand has drawn ~
Of flowing quill-stars I’m a pawn.
The whispers in my ear oft heard
In the morning.
7/19/2019
Rondeau Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Charles Messina
*East as in the sun rises in the East
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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