Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Pantoum

It Is Too Early To Prite Woetry

If the sunrise has gone a hiding,
And if my noggin still feels woozy,
It holds true, Wummer, Sinter, or Spring.
It’s too early to prite woetry

And if my noggin still feels woozy,
So, my bare feet cannot hit the floor.
It’s too early to prite woetry
Pens and paper just stay in the drawer.

So, my bare feet cannot hit the floor,
I soon cover up my head in bed.
Pens and paper just stay in the drawer.
No worries about the day ahead.

I soon cover up my head in bed.
If the rooster crows without a smirk,
No worries about the day ahead.
If my percolator will, please, perk.

If the rooster crows without a smirk,
It holds true, Wummer, Sinter, or Spring.
No worries about the day ahead.
If the sunrise has gone a hiding –


1/9/2017

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Doug Vinson February 21, 2017 at 9:55 AM Hey Dane Ann. : ) In the far distance, the hint of threatening reality - that some day the sunrise may truly hide.

Kim Rodrigues February 19, 2017 at 3:06 PM Very nice! Congrats, Dane!

Ironic Zink February 19, 2017 at 3:02 PM Thank you for your entry, my apologies on the delay. I was detained! Congrats on your win!

Ironic Zink February 19, 2017 at 3:01 PM Thank you for your entry, my apologies on the delay. I was detained! Congrats on your win!