Awake
A poem about waking up on the wrong side of the bed
Giant green leaves of the
Coconut tree-
Emeralds in the air with
The blemish of a crow
Seeking refuge in it's midst
From the rain.
Wet, tangled feathers, I see,
Out the corner of my eye
Lying on my bed
Beneath the ocean waves and sand.
Soon, I roll and tide with it.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.