Night is never as dark as I want it to be and it is always an hour longer than I’d like, God knows this but has not done a thing to remedy the situation choosing instead to work late into the small hours of the morning perfecting another sunrise. Can I talk to the manager?
A fabulous image brought to mind, god working over the drawing board with paint pallette to hand, mixing the colours ready for another glorious sunrise. What an excellent poem! Nice work ❤️❤️
You want to talk to the manager? Get in line! I’ve been waiting FOREVER! 😂
I know that feeling, Jonathan!
You know the manager is on the fifth floor, but the stairs and elevator go only to the fourth. Good luck with that!
I’ve worked those nights.
As have I!!
for paul
Poets weave words,
so intricate
in their simplicity,
they echo.
And their verses
carry weight
more profound
than oceans,
I stand in awe,
for they capture
what I cannot
articulate,
choosing instead
to dance in the
realm of metaphor,
sculpting
beauty from the air.
Could I apprentice
in their shadow?
Thanks for such a wonderful response, Gloria-as I said in your restack, you don’t stand in anyone’s shadow! 😊
Thank you but your poetry is in another stratosphere.
Thank you, Gloria.
Wonderful.
Thanks, Joy.
When I see him I’ll let him know your concerns. This left me smiling.loved it.
Thank you, Patris!
A fabulous image brought to mind, god working over the drawing board with paint pallette to hand, mixing the colours ready for another glorious sunrise. What an excellent poem! Nice work ❤️❤️
He’s down the street now, I see the lights on in his apartment.
Excellent! Some of those sunrrises must takes hours of work ha ha
Yes they do!
As I enjoy the sunrise… perfect!
Cosmological Karens unite!
Indeed!
Classic! “Can I talk to the manager?”
Thanks, Diane!
I love this. ❤️👏👏👏👏
Thank you, Susan.
Completely original. Gave me a chuckle.
Chuckles are good, Catherine! Thank you.
Check, please!
😂
Very funny and I really like that he's working on another sunrise, God what a waste of time.
Always the sunrise, Wes!
Lovely. The third stanza looks like a church on its side. Maybe check in there for a manager in the pulpit, but don't get your hopes up.
I think you're right about that, Mike. I know it's a short piece, but Thanks for taking the moment to read it-Always appreciated!
With your work it's always a treat. Short can be just as sweet, if not more so.
From one waking somnambulist to another.
Thanks for stopping by to read it, Richard-Much appreciated!