The Poetry of Mornings:
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A Love Letter to Slow Sips and Sunrises
“God knows I tried.” — (Ride, Lana Del Rey)
Mornings hold a quiet kind of poetry—the world is still untouched, the air is softer, and time feels just a little slower. It’s the hour of golden light, of sleepy thoughts, of coffee cups held between both hands as if they could cradle all the dreams still lingering from the night before. If you listen closely, mornings hum in the key of nostalgia, like the first notes of a Lana Del Rey song.
1. The Stillness Before the World Wakes
“The birds, they sing at the break of dawn.” — (Terrence Loves You)
There’s something sacred about being awake before the rest of the world. It’s the in-between moment where everything is hushed—no texts, no expectations, just the soft hum of life stretching awake. Open the window, let the early breeze carry its own melody, and watch as the sky slowly shifts from navy blue to pastel pink.
2. The First Sip, the First Thought
“Coffee and conversations.” — (Religion)
The first sip of coffee is like the opening verse of a song—rich, familiar, soothing. It’s the start of something, the first taste of the day ahead. Take it slowly. Let it linger. What’s on your mind this morning? A dream you can’t quite remember? A love that feels like an old melody? Or maybe just the way the steam curls like poetry in the air?
3. Romanticizing the Everyday
“I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast, I am alone in the night.” — (Ride)
Not every morning has to be extraordinary, but every morning can be beautiful. Light a candle, put on a vinyl record, wrap yourself in a knit sweater. Maybe today is a Venice Bitch kind of day—long and slow, stretching endlessly like a golden highway. Or maybe it’s more Cinnamon Girl—soft and bittersweet, wrapped in nostalgia. Either way, make it yours.
4. A Moment to Be Still, To Be Present
“Catch a wave and take in the sweetness.” — (Mariners Apartment Complex)
Not every morning needs to be productive. Some are just meant to be felt. Sit by the window and let the sunlight kiss your skin. Flip through an old book. Write something that no one else will ever read. Let your thoughts drift like waves against the shore—soft, rhythmic, endless.
5. The Poetry of Mornings
“If you dance, I’ll dance, and if you don’t, I’ll dance anyway.” — (Dance Till We Die)
Mornings are a blank page, waiting for you to write something beautiful. Maybe it’s a new beginning. Maybe it’s just another soft, slow, lovely day. But either way, let it be something you savor—one sip, one thought, one moment at a time.
