(11) My Irish Castle at Sunrise #NAPOWRIMO

AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: Our prompt (optional, as always). Today, the challenge is to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. I think of the “surprise” ending to this James Wright Poem as a model for the effect I’m hoping you’ll achieve. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details. Happy writing! — taken from www.napowrimo.net 

The sun sleepily creeps up the distance, uncertain if it should wake --
Me; and my sweet-dreaming lady, whom all the blankets did take.
As soft, lapping waters move inward, marking the turn of the tide;
And glowing colours of morning warm the pale blue sky!
Birds in flight, in sheer delight, their Happiness hard to keep --
Inside; as they sing, all the Day hath to bring; it's hard to stay asleep.
The Tranquility is so addicting, no rush, no clock, no phone!
Then I wake up at my work desk and very much alone.


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