Early Morning

I.

My hands are as cold as ice,

numbed with a lack of blood flow that stiffens the sinewy flesh –

splotchy and marbled and cold as stone.


II.

As if they were the bones of a bird, they crack and pop easily

under the pressure of movement –

cries of protest from my hibernating nerves.


III.

A ginger cat dozes quietly at the edge of the bed,

curled into a ball of warmth and soft down hair –

its paws wrapped loosely around its sleeping head.


IV.

The soft rise and fall of its tiny chest –

faint whooshes of air escaping a carved mouth –

both in time to the beats of low purrs rumbling in its belly.


V.

Whispers of a television set in the living room

and conversations heard from walls away –

their quiet intonations travelling as if through water.


VI.

There are faint swooshes of cars travelling to and fro

through the glass pane of my window –

reminders of the outside world – already very much awake.


VII.

I can hear my heart pumping blood through my chest

and can feel its beats tapping rhythmically

against the door of my sternum.


VIII.

The welcoming sign of life announcing its presence –

feeding oxygen to muscles tired and achy

with the strain of being deprived of rest.


IX.

The space heater generates a soft hum and a warm glow,

warming the expanse of the room ever so slightly –

a gentle nudge that tickles my toes.


X.

With the heat’s arrival comes the ebbing of the cold –

I feel it melt away from my fingers and my joints

until they are no longer iced over in stiffness.


XI.

Through the slits in my window blinds pours the sun –

a beaming light show of golden hues,

casting a yellow projection of the vermillion sky onto my floor.


XII.

My lukewarm hands rub the sleep from my eyes –

exposing them to the glaring face of an analog clock

tick

tock

tick

accusingly interrupting the

silent world of

the early morning.


This piece of poetry was written for assessment in my Creative Writing 265 class. We had to each choose a prompt from a selection in Nancy Pagh’s creative writing guide and anthology titled “Write Moves” and write a 1-4 page piece using said prompt. The exercise could take the form of a narrative prose, a simple list, a poem, a story, etc. I chose poetry because my writing most easily flows in the form of poetry nowadays – and that was of the utmost importance because I wrote this 12 hours before it was due, and polished it with 6 hours to spare!

The prompt I had chosen is as follows: “Make a llst of a dozen ‘small noticings’ in this moment: twelve tangible things you perceive with your five senses.” I hope this poem is able to embody the slow feelings and sensations of waking up in the morning. I believe it is within this point of time wherein the world is at its quietest, yet curiously at its busiest, as it slowly begins to awaken with the first rays of light. Happy reading. 🙂

P.S. I haven’t quite got the hang of the WordPress editing format – if I could remove those hideous lines between the stanzas while still keeping the gap I would!

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