Black Poetry : Saturday Morning, Sunday Mourning

[skuderjaymes]

Saturday Morning

The familiar tune of
morning begins
as we together turn,
stirred--it seems,
by the same familial stick--unseen,
beckoning premature ends
to sweet sweet dreams.​

Sunday Mourning

The familial tune of
mourning begins
as we together turn,
stirred--it seems,
by the same stick--unseen,
beckoning premature ends
to sweet sweet dreams.​

 

[$$RICH$$]

well done poet i was waking up to this from my slumber...