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Poetic inhalation

Awakened by first morning's light 
stepping one foot on the floor at a time 
the smell of coffee brewing fills my house 
my senses tingling 
as I sit at a cluttered kitchen table 
filled with last night's poetry 
unfinished works from days ago 
overtaken by typical daily dust

lifefree verse

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Daniel Henry Rodgers

January 18, 2024 at 11:42 AM

Karen, your poem is a beautiful journey into the sensory experience of a morning filled with creativity. The imagery of the aroma of brewing coffee, the tactile feel of stepping onto the floor, and the cluttered kitchen table adorned with unfinished poetry create a vivid scene. Your words resonate with the essence of a poetic inhalation, where the ordinary and the creative converge. - Blessings, Daniel

Karen Croft

January 18, 2024 at 2:43 PM

Thank you. I like to keep my poetry simple so people can understand how I feel. Thank you for reading!