Heavenly Day

Sun slices through slumber –
Day, wrapped in cerulean, beckons.

Not an early riser, I balk, until
sensibility intrudes, argues
autumn’s passing –

I concede, break out,
push limitations –
a sexagenarian rebel.

Later, I crash,
golden lustre
enveloping me –
halo-like.

(Kim is hosting at dVerse pub tonight and challenging us to write a quadrille – poem in 44 words – using the word early.  I am also linking up with Ragtag Community for their prompt:  lustre.  More photos and information about this outing are posted here.)

 

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

51 thoughts on “Heavenly Day”

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  9. I too love the image of the Sun slicing through your slumber. I am an early riser but I am also a sexagenarian rebel. 🙂 Fabulous poem. Beautifully penned. ❤

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  11. I love the image of the sun slicing through your slumber, like a knife. It can feel that way some days, can’t it? Wonderful poem, V. J.

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  12. how rebellious for the sensibility in the intrusion! LOL – wonderful wordplay and well, sometimes, the day just necessities an answer to its call 🙂

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  15. Love this especially; “I balk, until
    sensibility intrudes, argues autumn’s passing.” ❤ I am not an early riser as well 😊

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  17. The sibilance in ‘Sun slices through slumber’ is very effective, V.J., and I love the colours in ‘Day, wrapped in cerulean’ and ‘golden lustre’, I couldn’t suppress a smile at ‘sensibility intrudes, argues’ and ‘sexagenarian rebel’!

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  18. Not an early riser, I balk, until
    sensibility intrudes, argues
    autumn’s passing –

    This resonated with me. I am not one to wake with glee but the falling leaves remind me that the beauty will be gone soon.

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  19. I am not an early riser either. I awaken when my husband heads out to work and pull the covers back over my head. Today the sky was truly cerulean, a true autumn sky. Lovely image there.

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