Tuesday Poem – Winter Morning My moonlit breakfast Grainy eyes focus on day Another room: Snoring. More Tuesday poems Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Love the simplicity of this and the snoring. There is something very comforting about a gentle snore. Loading... 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! Loading... Reply
Love the simplicity of this and the snoring. There is something very comforting about a gentle snore.
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!