Dark
Six am. Maybe seven?
The spring has crept, a robber in the night, and
Stolen precious minutes away
What could I have done
Taken a trip, gone for dinner
Load of laundry, run an errand
R E L A X
Light
Seven am. Maybe eight.
The spring will creep in, a warm savior, ready to
Begin again
Will I find comfort?
I am rusty with poetry, dear reader. I welcome critiques and patience as I get comfortable with a medium that used to be my very favorite!
A Chai Tea(cher) 
Not rusty at all. I love how you captured our feelings about daylight savings. Good for you!
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I love your poem and do not see the rustiness. It made me think about a lot this morning, spring, time change and writing poetry.
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Oh, Daylight Saving Time…I remember you. I always hated spring forward, but didn’t mind fall back. Good luck getting adjusted.
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Spring personified, creeping and robbing . . . oh how I hate this transition time.
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Poetry is art. There is no wrong or right way. Just write what you feel. I truly enjoyed this poem. Thanks!!
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Somehow it takes so much courage to put poetry into the world – I tried a poem today, too, and my heart was in my throat as I hit publish!. My favourite lines here come early: “The spring has crept, a robber in the night, and/ Stolen precious minutes away” and I really love how that comes back again at the end. Nicely done!
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Rusty? I didn’t read it. Right now, it’s later than I thought it would be, but it’s also lighter…which I’m loving and feeling at peace with that stolen hour.
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Make sure to be consistent with your punctuations. If you do punctuation in one part of the poem, you should do it throughout. I like how you played to the fact that it’s daylight savings today, too. Very clever.
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I love your intentional repetition! I’d think about capitalization and what strong words you could use to end your lines. The reference to daylight savings time as a robber is great personification! Loved reading, it thanks for sharing. Poetry is a favorite form 9f mine too, and I too, am rusty.
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And I wish I could edit comments 🙂
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