Saturday Morning Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Saturday Morning
Eating a cold bagel with tons of margarine
I didn't dare to toast it because of the noise
I sat down and ate while listening to poetry
My dog continued to beg a morsel of the bagel
But I refused to give him
Until his eyes melted my soul
Then, I gave him some
I wanted to make coffee
But once more the reason was noise
As my eyes became heavy
My desire to write was strong
Struggling to keep my eyes open
I type my desire onto the page
And now, I want to sleep
For I cannot hold any longer
Though, I cannot go back to sleep
It has come out a very good poem, Lee Ann. Eat more at night hours and write more poems this like with sleepy eyes. Congrats
We see and feel all that you say in a most realistic way, As if we were there! Fantastic poetic experience, no very often attained in a poetic way. Applause in admiration and honorable mention for this extraordinary gem1
'Until his eyes melted my soul' Love the imagery, LeeAnn.
Great poem, LeeAnn. Fascinated with the repetition of 'noise'...leaving the reader wondering: Is it outside or inner noise? I suspect that it was both.
Morning's morsels majestic are moments to be shared with a drooling Cooper. Nice one LeeAnn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/29/2025 12:09:15 AM # 1.0.0
My desire to write was strong..... significant..... brilliantly penned throughout....thank u, dear poetess...