the drip of dark

on waking this morning

lying there
clinging to that
last drip
of dark,
not wanting to move
not wanting to blink.

I nibbled at the
corners of it,
savouring the last
sweet sleep
precious;
delicious.

the selfish light
evil,
lapping at the rest
of it,
forcing me
to wake.

Author's Note

Reviews

[J. K. Beach]

The light always wins the morning, but when evening rolls around the dark returns triumphant and so does sweet sleep (most of the time). It's not only the clinging to sleep for me... at night I stingily let go of the light, even if it's the artificial kind, and fight the sleep I so love in the morning. You have captured this love of the dark and its protection so beautifully.

When you say that you "nibble at the corners of it," I get the image of a cat sitting in the morning light licking the last drops of dark off its paws. Altogether an elegant write that has many more shades of meaning than I can comment on so I'll just say great job, and leave it at that.

[Lyn Anderson]

I feel especially honoured by this thoughtful review.

[Bright Ocean Star]

I feel like this every morning! Thank you for putting it into beautiful, poetic words. Nice writing, KL

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you for reviewing.

[Bright Ocean Star]

you are welcome..:)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Ohhhh very ominous… it for me says that danger can also be tempting to a mere mortal.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks I appreciate it

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

Ahhh, that horrible feeling of not wanting to get out of bed. Well done

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. I share your passion for running and Hobbits, but I am no Olympian.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, yes, I can relate. Those last few minutes of lolling in bed before you simply MUST get up are decadently self indulging, but they are wonderful. Love the line "drip of dark". Very good, KL. Lydi**

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you, I appreciate your always checcking in.

[NoelHC]

There is a lot of that going around lately, I think my body clock has switched to bear mode, and wants to hibernate. Slept in all this week, in spite of going to bed at a decent hour.
That feeling is well expressed in this poem.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, as always.

[MomzillaNC]

The treasure of lingering sleep cruelly interrupted by light (and kids)!

[Lyn Anderson]

The light and the dog always beat the kids to wake me up. Thanks.

[MomzillaNC]

The light will wake me. But, more often, it's my son. The dog stays put and disturbs no one until my son gets up.

[Ken Simm.]

Excellent. The hypnogogic state can bring such wonders as well as horrors.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks for dropping in. I must pay you a visit.

[ron]

I know this all to well.
The edge of sleep can be a frustrating thing to wake up to.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. I appreciate it.

[ron]

You are most welcome KL.