It was the sunset
which caused me to rise
to begin my day
as I always do
in anticipation of the dark
I grab the ballpoint pen
tonight I choose blue ink
Crossing out the square
on the calendar
I smile because
my day slumber
has whittled away
another number of this month
I turn on the electric stove
fill the red tea kettle
and wait for the whistle
the only noise that will be
heard throughout the night
as I binge read and sip fragrant tea
Author Bio:
Kimberly Payne is a mother and dreamer living in Nevada. She writes poetry because it allows her to breathe. Kimberly has been published in Reno News & Review and the Sparks Tribune, as well as a few online sites.
which caused me to rise
to begin my day
as I always do
in anticipation of the dark
I grab the ballpoint pen
tonight I choose blue ink
Crossing out the square
on the calendar
I smile because
my day slumber
has whittled away
another number of this month
I turn on the electric stove
fill the red tea kettle
and wait for the whistle
the only noise that will be
heard throughout the night
as I binge read and sip fragrant tea
Author Bio:
Kimberly Payne is a mother and dreamer living in Nevada. She writes poetry because it allows her to breathe. Kimberly has been published in Reno News & Review and the Sparks Tribune, as well as a few online sites.
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