When I awake
In early morn
I linger there
The while beguiled,
Envision the while
A rousing storm,
Albeit semiotics
Tells I am born,
This day again
to keep alive,
Impulsive ways
To but survive,
In life too fast…
Hence so I wake
To contemplate,
A constant haste
That cannot last,
Yet would so blur
Time hurry past,
More than before
Worries my stay
As it contracts,
To illuminate
Most every day,
Thus in the wake
Of early morn
Find to invalidate,
Time hurry past!
Poetry on a canapé 
You have captured the mornings! Wonderful…
Ah!… yes in a way I have symbolically, to be reminded of their daily gift, for as long as this lasts. Not much control there, but if I could find the magic to slow them down, would I be thought greedy, and asking just too much?
Thank you for your accolade, dear Lady Budd.
Jean-Jacques Fournier
Reduce to correct typeface size, first line of each of the two verses, as I have done on this post copy. Thank you for posting correctly on future posts. Jean-Jacques Fournier
I like the rythm of this poem
Apart from the rhythm, its message ranks as one of my favourites. Thank you for your appreciation. Jean-Jacques
Early morning calm offers much. You’ve spoken on its behalf beautifully.
It takes a while for a night awol to see the full beauty in detail of sun up to sun down, but thankfully the passage of time opens a mind to wisdom. Thank you Paulette. Jean-Jacques