Morning Muse

[ampoule]

Morning Muse

Why do you do this?
Why do you wake me so early?
I reach for the clock...3:30!
No, no, no, not now.
I refuse.
I turn my back to you.
I pull the covers over my head
and place my hands over my ears.
Still, I feel you breathing down my neck,
tickling me, teasing me.
I give up, I give in.
Alright, alright, alright, you win!
Secretly you know I am happy
to receive your attentions,
but now, will you let me sleep?
Pretty please?
I turn and you are snoring.
Now that I am fully awake,
you are snoring.
Wake up, wake up, wake up!

[dibyendra]

Usual moments are captured by poet in unusual way and this is what makes poet different from any other person. Poet get mused even of ordinary thing extraordinarily. And I think you did that ampoule. It's the simple one yet very interesting ampoule. I really enjoyed reading this one. :thumbs_up

[Sweets America]

Sweet poem. :)
My muse often visits me at night, too. I think it is because of the particular atmosphere of night.
I love it when I am waken up this way.
The ending of the poem is cute.:p