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.
for NaPoWriMo we are commanded to write a poem making use of alliteration, assonance and consonance.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
You’ve written this poem so beautifully Judy. Especially the early morning quiet is so vividly described
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re very welcome ☺️
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Lovely, Judy. I love these: “No dayness stirs the nightness.”
“When I wake before the world does, it seems the end of things
instead of the beginning, when the whole world sings.”
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lovely poem!
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Many thanks!!!
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“No dayness stirs the nightness”–you can’t beat that!
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;o)
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