4 A.M. (NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 12)

full moon morning, jdbphoto2017

4 A.M.

It is too early to be stirring, the world is still asleep.
The sound is all still slumbering, the darkness is too deep.
No dayness stirs the nightness. No touch is reaching out.
No stirring and no blowing. Not a whisper. Not a shout.
When I wake before the world does, it seems the end of things
instead of the beginning, when the whole world sings.
Sun rises and the birds demand. The dogs whine for their feed.
All the world around me awakens to its need.
But for now, they are all sleeping. It is a lifeless world.
Its eyes and ears and mouth closed, around me densely curled.

The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to use alliteration. This is quiet alliteration, like the poem.  Not too much.  Just a touch!

5 thoughts on “4 A.M. (NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 12)

  1. Dreamer of Dreams

    I love your quiet poem, and the “touch” of alliteration in all the lines. For some reason, I was reminded of Wordsworth’s sonnet about being on Westminster Bright, and hearing the “mighty heart” of a city in sleep.



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