Emily, Unleashed (and perhaps rolling in her grave)

Poems of Emily Dickinson - Easton Press Edtion

4/29 Daily Prompt: Unleash Your Inner Dickinson
National Poetry Writing Month is nearly at at end. To celebrate it, try your hand at some verse.


Sullen though it and I may be,
The morning has arrived, and I must greet it.

The coffee tastes the same as yesterday,
breaking my fast and turning my feet toward the door,
Grateful to see the sun ascend the heavens once more.

Still, I long for days hence
when the morning will arrive gently, warmly,
And I may greet it with sleepy smile.


photo credit Jemimus

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Aging like a fine wine. ;-)

7 thoughts on “Emily, Unleashed (and perhaps rolling in her grave)”

  1. I love the line “when the morning with arrive gently, warmly.” Simply beautiful. I like when mornings arrive gentle..not good with abrupt wake ups! lol

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