Lucid Dawn

She pranced in repetition
to the sounds of a toaster
popping out her morning
taste of dry, easing
the sickness that greets
her in the early dawn.

- great way to open the poem, setting the flow and the scene and a sense of the mood the person is in aswell. This is quite clearly a routine thing she does in the morning and it makes me question the sick feeling and why this occurs for her?

Puckering up to calm,
caffeinated Columbia,
reminded once
again, of what ales her,
paling softly, such as
a dying flower.

- again it is like routine her, coffee as a ritual drink in the mornings to calm and wake you. When you mentioned the flower here I thought of the flower needing water much like you would need the coffee.

Brushing ebony
strands of life circles,
she spies the silver,
eager to embrace
natures divine hair
color.

- Oh this was so unique Maple, I loved the idea of natures divine hair colour, it is very true that this is what nature is and not something to be ashamed of which so many people are these days. I also like the term life circles, again making this poem so unique!

Relaxing upon a bed
of antique patches,
feeling comforting
joy in the elegant
simplicity of life.

- such a peaceful stanza and just the thought alone of the calmness you describe here makes me want to do some relaxation to feel it also.

"It's best to see the beauty of simple,
rather than the darkness of the complicated"

- so so so so true. Excellent qoute to the poem and just an excellent quote in general.

Amazing write Maple. A bit of an adventure for your writing x

Ummmmmm.... May I leave now?

Whats this? Really omg I pictured everything the toaster and everything. Redoing a normal boring routine is beeter than changimg it by those things we dont want to remember, things that are able to knock us down. The qoute in the end changed the tone of the poem. I feel I can till whats behind this poem, well, it could be anything. And in one way or another, appreciate what you have can be related to this poem as well.

I love love love this, wish I could write such a poem, perfectly written:)

Syrup!!...what the?....this doesn't seem like you for some reason, usually I can read your poetry in your voice, but this time I read it in my own and was a little taken back by your incredible wording here.

The first stanza is incredible. What an image and a way to describe toast or whatever it is she's eating but you made it sound like the same boring routine and and set the tone for the rest of this piece.

I love the last quote. We should embrace small things because toast in a toaster means you have food to eat. Grey in your hair means you've been blessed to live this long.....

Really great piece.