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An urban morning

The alarm buzzes with alacrity
there’s no time for lethargy

The cuppa brews slowly,
the brain rattles loudly

Did I turn on the geyser?
Oops, don’t let the milk boil over

Morning noises; honking school buses
bustling with energy
heralding new synergy
Word count: 42

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  1. A virtual cacophony to begin the day :)) Nicely done.

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    1. The cacophony is the truth of urban lives, isn't it? Thanks a lot Jo-Anne and welcome here :-)

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    1. Glad you liked it, A Wrter :-)

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  3. Luv your poems, Uma

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  4. Uma dear,,, lovely... when u put in thru this beautiful verse.. it actually reflects many of our mom's daily chores .. and your poem brings a smile " ah all same everywhere dear moms"

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    1. Rohini, glad it brought a smile to your face..isn't it the reality for us too? of course, we are moms too :-)))

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  5. What a wonderful description of morning sounds! Personally, I need to wake up gently, no loud annoying alarm to put me in a bad mood. Things must be quiet and subdued for me in the mornings... Well done!

    God bless you,
    Cheryl

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    1. I like quiet mornings too, Cheryl..unfortunately the weekdays always start with a rush..
      thanks for reading and commenting :-)

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  6. Dear Uma,
    This is something most of us in urban cities can connect to. I specially liked the last two phrases, they put energy and sunshine in your poem. Well done :)

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    1. yep, the bane of urban life you can say but then that's what also defines it. Thanks, Soumyaa :-)

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  7. Cool piece of poetry, I must say :) Refreshed my day!

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    1. thanks a lot, Keirthana..I'm glad it refreshed your day :-)

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  8. oh yes and so the day begins .. and so does the week :)

    same experience in my house every day ...


    Bikram

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    1. yes, I guess its the same story everywhere, Bikram :-)

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  9. Ha ha, ghar ghar ki kahani! Good one!

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  10. Very nice! All the morning noises, it's a wonderful take on the prompt, I love it!

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    1. thanks a lot, jetgirl. Glad you liked it. For some reason I'm unable to comment on yours. I loved yours too!

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  11. Very nicely written, Uma :-) I haven't visited your space much for poetry but do keep them coming!

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    1. thanks a lot, Divya..do keep coming to read, Divya. Hopefully I'll keep you entertained :-)

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  12. I can hear that coffee brewing--I don't get out of bed until I do! :) Great added layers of sound with the rhyme scheme.

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    1. Unfortunately I do have to get up to get my brew :-( Thanks, Jennifer :-))

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  13. well said. beautifully composed poem. kudos.

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    1. thanks a lot, Senthil. Good to see you here. How have you been?

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  14. I love how all the sounds helped me to picture a hectic morning. As long as I can have my coffee, I'm good to go most mornings.

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  15. 'heralding new synergy'

    love that phrase! sounds like my mornings except minus the synergy.. =)

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    1. thanks a lot..haha, well, we might not realize the synergy but that's what keeps us going I think! :-)

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  16. Your word choices and structuring of this accomplishes a feeling of harried noise so perfectly.

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    1. thank you so much for the kind words. Glad it came across that way!

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    1. I'm glad you feel that way, Genna..thanks for appreciating!

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  18. I just lived all that today morning!

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    1. Ah, Red, I live all of this every single morning!

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  19. Great poem to read with morning coffee!

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    1. I'm glad you liked it, thank you, Kymm! :-)

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  20. Sigh, the sounds of every household :) Well done, Uma! And your first time at this too!

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    1. thank you, Shailaja..and thanks for directing me towards these wonderful prompts. Needed it badly to get rid of my writer's block :-)

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  21. Makes me want to go make my coffee, now. :) Very nice!

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  22. This work has a great rhythm. What is a geyser that would be boiling milk?

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    1. They are independent lines, James; an emphasis on the chores that need to be ticked off. Thanks for appreciating :-)

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  23. Very nice. Good imagery. I can hear the sounds and it managed to invoke my morning today actually.

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    1. thanks a lot, Laith. I'm glad you could imagine the sounds :-)

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