Sunday Scribbling Prompt: Sweet
Morning is a softened time.
Trouble for the day
has not yet been to visit,
and in the grayness of the edge
birds are singing fiercely.
For the first time, I wonder why.
Science says that lengthening days
bring longer exposure to light,
triggering a hormone,
but I remember a song
“How Can I Keep From Singing”
and just smile.
We are all lifted up
with exposure to the light,
and in the rising
sing all the sweeter.
Beautiful images. Love the song you mentioned, and the phrase “sing all the sweeter.”
thank you 🙂
Morning is a special time for me too – I always burst out singing something or other; sometimes quite tunefully!
lol thank you – I think I would like to be a fly on the wall for that performance!
I’m not really a morning person, but once I’ve roused myself out of bed and gotten out the door, it affects me just like that.
I am not one for conversation when I first get up but I can drink coffee and listen lol
Exposure to the light…such a depth to your poem today!I enjoyed it thoroughly.
thank you Lilibeth – it was a beautiful morning and a gift 🙂
We all seem to have a collective spring in our step..maybe it was the sweet prompt..maybe the welcome of summer..halfway point through the year..whatever glad it made you sing too..Jae
maybe a little bit the end of the school year for me too 🙂
Your morning poem brings reflection and beauty with its meditative approach. That last stanza is lovely.
thank you so much!
The earliest light is extra sweet.
thank you and I am so glad I found you comment in the spam bin waiting to be rescued!
your notion of morning as a “softened time” resonates perfectly with my own… hate to leave it for the hastier and more frenetic hours that follow.
Oh I feel that way – I wish sometimes we could just stretch it out…
Lovely poem, but my exposure to light is presently in the form of a sunburn. Born to be nocturnal.
lol – early morning or night are my times too – the sun is NOT my friend! At least not too much of it…
This is a lovely hymn, Dee: one of your eventual chapbooks needs to be Dee’s Hymns: there are so many songs of praise in your prayerhouse.
I love what I like to think of as all the sweet Appalachian bluegrass inversions in your syntax: they jumble me up all sweet and bubbly:
Trouble for the day
has not yet been to visit
Bella.
Thank you sir, I think maybe some of those inversions come from my granny. Not Appalachian, but Indiana coal miners. Close enough I suspect 🙂
She used to warsh dishes in the zink, and put orl in the car…