Home Creative Content Poem: Early Riser Poem: Early Riser Creative ContentLiterary Work 10 Oct 2016 0 740 Written by Wallflower I like the morning When the rest of the world is still sleeping Oblivious to the sun rising Deaf to the sound of kettle whistling Or the smell of toast burning It was time for pondering Lips gently lifting At the sound of kettle screeching. . Some mornings The rain would be pouring And the rest of the world would still be curling I would be yawning Watching the smoke from my coffee mug drifting Laundry would still be hanging Window panes witnessing the raindrops running. . During the morning I wouldn’t be mourning I wouldn’t be crying There were no toxic musings Or even words leaving my head aching There is just me sitting On a leather couch smiling Gently sipping My warm cup of coffee with its smoke wafting. NO COMMENTS Leave a Reply Cancel reply Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.