Tuesday Poem – Winter Morning My moonlit breakfast Grainy eyes focus on day Another room: Snoring. More Tuesday poems Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related
Love the simplicity of this and the snoring. There is something very comforting about a gentle snore. LikeLike Reply
I like that one does not really know how to interpret the feelings here — annoyed at the snoring? stressed at the grainy early morning hour? groggy and too tired still to care? longing to go back to bed with the snorer? Fun to come to this! LikeLike Reply
Saradha Koirala 
Love the simplicity of this and the snoring. There is something very comforting about a gentle snore.
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I like that one does not really know how to interpret the feelings here — annoyed at the snoring? stressed at the grainy early morning hour? groggy and too tired still to care? longing to go back to bed with the snorer?
Fun to come to this!
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