Poetry Playing ~ April 21st

Morning Ritual

Tucked in bed,
warm,
snug,
don’t want to wake.
I reach out …
Empty bed.
I am alone.
I hear the glass shower door swish,
the faucet squeak,
the sudden rush of water.
Tucked in bed,
warm,
snug,
don’t want to wake.
I have to go to the bathroom.

CLA

Poetry Playing: Day 21
prompt: rushing water

It’s National Poetry Month. Write a poem — or two!

6 thoughts on “Poetry Playing ~ April 21st

  1. “Now that, dude, is what I’d call ‘the power of suggestion.'”

    “That’s not what I’d call it, dude!”

    “And what would …”

    TMI!!

  2. I can definitely relate as well. These days, that need is what gets me up (whether the shower is on or not, though that does add to it), no matter how much I want to stay.

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