Sunday morning in Dentist’s Office

Winter morning
Grey sky
Dark and cold
Inviting warm bed
Disheveled from a
Long night’s tossing and turning
I would rather be here
Then be in my
Dentist’s Office.

Long drive
Thoughts drifting to
The pot of brewed coffee
On the kitchen counter
Slowly dragged myself
To my dentist’s office

Warm, radiant smile
Welcoming hygienist
Stretched my body
On the inviting chair
Whirring  of the drill
Pinging of the water pick
The small talks
Drifting in and out
Mild growling in my tummy
Thoughts of a warm, spicy breakfast
Not as bad as I thought
Sunday morning in my dentist’s office.


Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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