Sunny Side Up
The morning breaks in gold,
light spills across the floor.
The kettle hums its song,
while bread begins to rise.
Sunny side up on the plate,
a symbol of beginning.
The day holds out its hand,
inviting me to try.
I taste the warmth of hope,
as if the sun is near.
Each bite a quiet promise,
that sorrow can be fed.
The window shines with light,
the curtains breathe with air.
I sit with steady calm,
and watch the morning grow.
Sunny side up they call it,
a phrase of brighter things.
To turn the world around,
and lift the heavy dark.
Yet even as I smile,
the night is not erased.
But morning gives me reason,
to walk a lighter road.
I hold the plate with care,
as though it were a gift.
Sunny side up reminds me,
that hope can taste like bread.
So let the morning stay,
with yolk as bright as day.
A gentle sign of courage,
to carry me along.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
Who would have thought fried eggs could be so motivating. 😉😉
Mornings are my favorite time of day come rain come sun. Also, this is one of my favorite meals whether breakfast or supper. Good job.
And I've already had breakfast! Beautifully done, just like the eggs in your picture. Thankyou for sharing xx
What a brilliant metaphor of a beautiful morning!
That's pne of the ways I like my eggs, lovely poetry, and now I am hungry