- Kissing the Ceiling by Fred Muram
Waking up in a purple haze,
it’s one of those days where you fight the urge
to stay in bed and splurge on your comfort.
The warmth of blanket and bodies pressed
together again as best friends; lovers
of life and each other. It’s in your eyes.
No surprise begins with a flourish of trumpets
or raucous guitar riffs. Just butterfly eyes
and a silly grin. I’m in for one of those days
when being alive gladdens your heart.
It’s always a fresh start waking up
in joy and elation; a celebration.
Excuse me while I kiss the sky!
Written for WE WRITE POEMS Prompt #91 Kissing the Ceiling
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
Ha! This image evoked the same song-memory for me. . . I like what you did with this. Very celebratory!
Delightful!
Awww… smiling from ear to ear! :-))
A poem that ‘gladdens your heart’!
Ahhhh…the ole lefty, Jimi Hendrix. When I get home I’ll have to try a little Jimi on tonight. You began and ended with him, ingenious. Good piece of work. I too found a memory here.
Regards,
Don
Wonderful title. Great poem!
opposites
I really, really enjoyed your poem. What a feeling…..