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Mar 20, 2024
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4 a.m.
4 a.m.
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson
If you’re up like I am at 4 a.m.
I wonder if you are
Rocking a newborn baby boy
Sitting vigil at a bedside
A blue-collar worker
A CEO whose car arrived for your flight
Young and free ravers
Stressing that rent is near due
Lovers
Lonely
Starting a 6 mile run
Or sick and suffering too
To those awake at this hour,
I hope rest will find you soon.
Written March 13, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Read my writer’s blog at https://kwilsonarts.wordpress.com/
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
zuella
1 year 3 months ago
I really love this! It’s like
I really love this! It’s like two completely different worlds who are living on the same planet, walking past eachother in the street and going home and being living alien lives to one another. This is really really awesome! I love it!!
-zuella
Geezer
1 year 3 months ago
Hi there...
Yeah, there are times when I too, am up at 0400 EST. Not by choice or obligation, but just because my sleep pattern has been altered by some odd event. However, there have been times in my life, where I have had the obligation to be up and moving about on different missions; driving taxi, working in manufacturing, etc... You have touched upon a thought that I'm sure is universal, "Who is that person, where do they go, what do they do?" A nice thought to revisit every now and then.
I was able to follow the "camera" [yes, like a tv commercial], an ad for a sleep aid. Is that a bad thing? Absolutely not! What better way to "See what I'm saying?" Nice job, ~ Geezer.
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Lavender
1 year 3 months ago
4 a.m.
Hello, Kelly,
Not too often, but often enough, I find myself awake in the middle of the night and I'll wonder about the same things. Your poem offers a lovely connection to the world outside - whether down the street or further away.
Thank you!
L