Life | Poetry

Waiting for Breakfast At 9:20 AM

Photo by Ben Kolde on Unsplash

Its 9 am, and I write to express
a day full of dreams and hopes filled with zest

Aching to read, eat and implore the reader’s digest
breakfast is being made, tea is served

I’m writing while I wait, as my meal is being cooked
a fascination is brewing, of what I might digress

Purpose to etch, and people to drive
a wonderous sentiment, I believe is to write

A hope to instill, and hearts to admire
no wonder, it’s bliss as I write to impress

The one reading this, I surely can jest
as I take a step back, hold down my brake

Stopping my expression, to enjoy my day’s meal
I hope it can suffice, pondering as I take a tea sip

Thank you for reading. Peace.

I write about life, and the hope it bears in a poetic context. 💖🕊️

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store