Promptly Poetry - Book 3

Unopened

The weight of the blanket
comforts, it’s a warm arm draped
across my shoulders, even though
the chill of spring’s morning leaks
through the window casement.
The birds sing the songs of my youth
ancient trills that convey their secrets
they will sing long after I am gone
and call to others who lie abed
but for this moment, I am lost in reverie
with no desire to greet a new day
satisfied with drowsy memories
my eyes unopened.


Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" 

Week 33
Your poem should be inspired by this word:

UNOPENED

Any form and any number of lines