I hear the sleepy twitterings
of small birds stirring at first light.
Insistently my alarm rings
and puts all chance of sleep to flight.
I rise and wash and shave and dress.
without a single conscious thought.
My mind rejecting wakefulness, .
A routine battle which is fought
each morning when I first arise
in the early hours of the dawn.
I knuckle my unseeing eyes
and curse the day that I was born.
The smell of coffee permeates
into my still somnolent brain
The rich aroma stimulates
and brings me back to life again.
I realise to my dismay
that I have made a grave mistake.
Today is not a working day
but sadly now I’m wide awake.
23-Feb-08
ivor or ivor.e hogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-calamity-for-m-lady-tara/
