Good morning all, the day is bright. Let’s sip our coffee then we’ll write. The night is done, the demons at rest. Pick up your pens, time to be best. ~ We’ll reflect upon yesterday’s past, the good and bad that didn’t last. Check the boxes in columns we’ve made. And erase the X’s we hope will fade. ~ The mission begins with a feeling or word. The march is forward, never deterred. Ideas explode and emotions guide. Pages fill with what others would hide. ~ The rush then over, a battle won. Some bring tears while others fun. Sheets bare awaken surprise. Good morning all lets open our eyes.
My mind is blank and I don’t know why. I watched the sun rise in the sky. I’ve got my pencil and a pad. The day’s bright and temp’s not bad. ~ The news is filled with lots of stuff. Some of it’s scary but most just fluff. Life is good, I can’t complain. I feel great, I have no pain. ~ I’ve things to do and the list is long. Or do nothing but that feels wrong. I’m not too bothered when I can’t write. I might tomorrow if not tonight. ~ Just a start is usually all I need, a couple of words to plant the seed. Then the wheels turn and the page is filled. Good or bad, again I’m thrilled. ~ So I’ll keep you posted as to my progress. Hopefully I’ll have success. But if not, that too is OK. I’ll say good morning some other way.
In a lovers contortion, bodies in place; hip to hip and face to face. Skin is warm to each other’s touch. Legs search a waist to clutch. ~ Hands explore, caress and hold, journeys had never told. Breathing heavy with kisses between. Smiles glow, the brightest seen. ~ Heart beats in-sync, whispers heard. Tremors felt without a word. Nose to nose adoring eyes meet. Souls at rest, the day we greet.
Good morning my love is words daily spoken.
Bonds made are hearts never broken.
Snuggling close starts every day.
Warmth is felt and here to stay.
Eyes open to smiles bright.
Kisses are shared and all is right.
Our day’s to be filled with great elation.
Our time’s together always pure jubilation.
Worries pass without a fuss.
Poetry’s to be written just for us.
Adventure awaits with each day anew.
And good morning my love, my love’s for you.
The sun rose before my eyes,
a morning poem’s on the rise.
A burst of orange is better than gray,
a better start to a better day.
Seeds of solace lovingly grown,
notes from friends set the tone.
Music’s on and coffee’s hot,
yesterday’s chill know forgot.
The clock reminds it’s time to go,
a future’s ahead though yet to show.
Dreams now at rest and goals call,
life awaits, good morning all.