Melancholic Morning

A poem on the inherent melancholy of waking up. I promise it's not as sad as it seems.

Here’s a poem I wrote when I was just beginning to explore poetry and getting published. Its really indicative of the period of time I was writing it. I was experimenting a lot with very classical and expressive language.

Enjoy :)

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My heavy eyelids
droop like morning dew.

I stretch my arms
above my head,
and open my mouth wide
in a yawn that swallows
all of my emotions,
as a rogue tear 
rolls down my cheek.

What a surprise to find 
a drop of melancholy
on a morning this bright.

My body betrays me,
in morose rebellion.

The sun shining 
in its brilliant sensibility,
turns its gaze 
to my shielded brow.

I feel warm fingers
brush my dark hair
from forehead to ear,
to nape of neck.

The day looks at me
with coppery compassion,
and cradles my face
as carefully as a new father.

I kiss the palms
that hold me in such kindness,
then return
to the coffee cooling
in its ceramic cup.

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