
ATOP the stairs, at sunup…
LOOKING down, a dream still weakly trailing
Sometimes giving up on the riddle
Other times, savoring the good feeling
THE smile fades as my feet grow cold
For its Showtime, and show up, I must
As the day invades with crimson gold
MY role comes to life as the sunlight roars
Descending each step, I drown more
Until lost in the assembly line of daily chores
BUT that nagging feeling at the back o’ my mind
That unfinished book, a cozy cuppa (if not wine)
‘N a bit of me, that I’d left behind
All waiting
Until sundown
Atop the stairs

In response to The Daily Post: Weekly Photo Challenge. Atop.
Great Shot! I love the poem.
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Thank you, Jui (for actually reading the poem 😊)
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Haha
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Aha.. you are reading
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So I am 🙂
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Wonderful, the way you fused together word and visual images 🙂
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Thanks for noticing, L.
I picked the photo first, and wrote what I feel very morning before starting the day.
Thanks for stopping by😊
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Atop class response!
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Haha!
Thanks 😊
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Beautiful monochrome pictures and an interesting peek into your life.
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Thank you, Aditi. That is true, and I am glad you see that angle of it.
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The photo and poem creates a nice atmosphere and inspires me to go and read
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Oh that is delightful to hear, Abrie!
Thank you for dropping in.
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Nice capture for Wpc atop
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Thank you, Arv!
You have some interesting posts as I browsed through your site. The Palash flowers stirred a memory from years back 🙂
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Great to know sonali 🙂
Where are you based?
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I live in the Midwest in the United States…
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Ah! Great 🙂
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Your words truly complement the picture. Fantastic! 🙂
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Thanks for stopping by, Neha!
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