Poetry Playing ~ April 21st
Morning Ritual
Tucked in bed,
warm,
snug,
don’t want to wake.
I reach out …
Empty bed.
I am alone.
I hear the glass shower door swish,
the faucet squeak,
the sudden rush of water.
Tucked in bed,
warm,
snug,
don’t want to wake.
I have to go to the bathroom.
CLA
Poetry Playing: Day 21
prompt: rushing water
It’s National Poetry Month. Write a poem — or two!
6 Comments
LOL – I can definitely relate to that!
“Now that, dude, is what I’d call ‘the power of suggestion.'”
“That’s not what I’d call it, dude!”
“And what would …”
“TMI!!“
I can definitely relate as well. These days, that need is what gets me up (whether the shower is on or not, though that does add to it), no matter how much I want to stay.
LOL, i know the feeling…
an amusing take on the prompt 🙂
I haaaaaate that feeling! LOL!
I’m right there with you. Great poem to portrait the feeling of morning rituals. LOL
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