This Morning

My day began with a shout from the radio.
The curtains replied with a shudder.
The bed awoke and vomited me to the floor.

My fantasy continued to expand all day.

Inspired by the creative energy around me,
I imagine many ways to fly through the day.

Well-grounded words echo in my head.
The radio has been quiet.
The curtains are fluttering in the breeze.
The bed is waiting passively for me to return.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2013 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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