Unable to sleep
I wander through
The darkness wondering
Like a child
Lost far from
Home what this
Day will bring
Faeries or monsters
On I plod
Uncertain of steps
But knowing that
Each on brings
Me closer to
The place that
I call home
Category: Morning
Goldfish
The day awakens
And like little
Ants people begin
To scurry about
Most just walking
A few running
But me I
Drink my coffee
And observe the
World around me
Like a goldfish
In a bowl
HappyMorning
Happy day for
No reason really
Happy to see
The nighttime bugs
Swirl and dance
Around a streetlight
Like teenage sock
Hoppers around the
Chuck Barry sound
Happy to feel
The nighttime dampness
About to dry
Into another plantation
Hot week day
Happy to hear
Cars approach quietly
Like curious cats
Then speed by
Their headlights creating
Ghouls on streets
Happy for everything
Just plain happy
MorningNow
And now the
Sun trims the
Tall tree tops
Like silky ribbons
Atop holiday presents
They glow like
Nightlights warding off
Monsters they bloom
Like greenish yellow
Stalks of broccoli
Steaming in a
Shallow pan while
The rest remain
Huddled like soldiers
Standing guard stoically
TodaysMorning
The morning sky
Is the blue
Of a newborns
Eyes not one
Cloud blemishes it
On the western
Edge it glows
White with a
Hint of crimson
Like a soft
Candle as tiger
Lilies bob in
The soft breeze
This Charlotte morning
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 