Marcus McKinley

(EARTH)

A NEW DAY


Morning starts with my ringing alarm
It pommels my senses
Like a seasoned pugilist
Taunting me to strike back
Yet it means no harm
It's just telling me now the day commences
In its silence I receive its gist
And rise with a yawn then attack

Submitted: Tuesday, July 27, 2010

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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (8/4/2010 1:22:00 PM)

    Really alarming your poetic ringing. Day commences and we have to attack it. Fantastic. The expression of just the day of 2010. Run long...write more.....

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  • Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (7/28/2010 11:55:00 AM)

    Clock is but shackle to imprison us in a stipulated format …why not unshackle us …is the theme of this wonderful poetry …I got booted… thanks for sharing
    Regards
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK
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