Sunrise Wine

It's a little bit past 4.00 am
and here I am again,
coffee stains and
food remains
cluttered heart
and dishes.

The fabric feels
so coarse and rough
as muddled love
become so tough
and who'd believe
I'd still be here
It's 5.00 am
as ruby glows
in cut glass stem

I haven't drunk
I haven't fed
the sheets are bare
its cold out there
and in my bed
lay crushed
rose petals, sprinkled
when the stars
still twinkled in
night skies.

It's 6.00 am, I count
the ticks, my eyes
are glazed so
tired of tricks
your early light
has flickered out
another night
spent wasting time
incautious love
in sunrise wine.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-14 at 17:45

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliantly structured and rhymed,Elle. But the content had me from line one; the sad reflection on “incautious love”. Exceptional!
2021-05-16


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is wonderful, Elle, nicely rhymed and full of perfect images. Most of us have known such mornings.
2021-05-14


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
These snappy lines and short stanzas work really well. I like how each stanza carries the narrative forward, and the end rhymes make the reading more enjoyable. A perfect aubade, encapsulating the essence of early morning!
2021-05-14