Four in the Morning Whispers

You are
all of my
4 a.m. thoughts–
the weight
of your hips
against mine,
your kisses,
your scent,
the way your
chest rises
and falls beneath
my ear–
my heartbeat
whispers into
 darkness,
“Come home!”

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Waiting for Daylight — After Of Verona, Dark in My Imagination (a golden shovel poem)

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It’s four o’clock in the morning, and it’s 
blank-page quiet in the wet-ink dark.
My pen on the page is every breath in 
the stillness. Insomnia gives me my
own golden ticket to pure imagination.
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POETIC FORM:

golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.

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POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Waiting for (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
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