Prelude to a working day

 

The toast was warm and buttery

The coffee, hot and strong

The radio played a reminisce

From sunny days long gone

I sipped away the aches & pains

And watched the morning light 

Brush honey upon the basking birds

That sang with all their might

The open door leaked warming breeze

And a hint of dewy blooms

But, time tick-tocked reality

To rejoin life's spinning looms

 

 

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Stephen Atkinson

Wed 15th Sep 2021 17:31

Aye, John, lucky sod ?. I've snapped the thread to the loom & legged it!
Until tomorrow ?
And thanks for the like Gregg!

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John Coopey

Wed 15th Sep 2021 08:03

And I thank my lucky stars that these days, Stephen, there is no urgency to rejoin those spinning looms (fabulous line!). Instead I watch others go.

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 14th Sep 2021 20:01

Thanks for the Likes & kind comments John and M.C.
And Aisha for the Like ?

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 14th Sep 2021 15:34

Uplifting and pleasing. Thank you.

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John Coopey

Mon 13th Sep 2021 15:29

Wonderful vignette, Stephen.

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 12th Sep 2021 17:48

Thank you Stephen
And Thank you Julie, and any one of your writes can stand up to mine! No problem!
And thanks for the likes Holden, Rudyard and Brenda ?

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 12th Sep 2021 15:36

This is a beautiful poem, Stephen. Lovely rhythm and that hint of sadness at the end. Glad you left yours in, Julie.

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julie callaghan

Sun 12th Sep 2021 10:14

Lovely?. Note to self never post a write just after one of yours. Think I may take mine down? Have a good one.

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