full moon morning, jdbphoto 2017
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.
Shhhhhh. This is quiet alliteration–not so much that it calls attention to itself…
For MVB’s Prompt: Alliteration.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A lovely photograph and subtle alliteration
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Thanks, Derrick
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Love this Judy.
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Muchas gracias.
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My pleasure
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Good vernal equinox poem~!
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Early morning quiet time is special! Even my brain is dead then.
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I love “No dayness stirs the nightness.” 🙂
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