Ripped From Sleep and Rudely Woken
The world waits in trepidation
Was in the darkest hours of the night,
And silence abound,
When a whistle blew from afar,
With a screaming of sound.
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Souls stirred from their slumber,
In confusion and shock,
Not understanding the stir,
Coming from down the block.
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The wind blew in the trees,
Picking up leaves and scattering them wide,
And little children huddled in their beds,
Attempting to hide.
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All ears were on the future,
Waiting in tense anticipation,
Waiting with bated breath,
Frozen for the duration.
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Unsure of the unknown,
Or what was to come,
Frightened from rest,
Terrifying for some.
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Then another piercing whistle,
Calls from afar,
Loud and piercing,
It sounded bizarre.
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A second whistle joined the first,
And another and another burst into song,
A chorus of melodies, a heartful tone,
Launched through the darkness from where they belong.
**
A twitter, a coo, a raucous scream,
It seems the birds have awakened the world in the dark,
Just as the sun peers its head over the horizon,
A symphony of sound rises from the park.
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Daybreak has risen to lighten the day,
And many a sound of laughter can now be heard,
Where all thoughts had strayed to the concept of a bogeyman,
It was simply the whistle of an early bird.
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Good morning world.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Did it get the worm? The early bird, I mean. Beautiful way to greet the new day.
Waking up is a nightmare, lol! Loved your poem my friend!