“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label morning. Show all posts
Saturday, November 25, 2017
5:59
Four minutes ago
it was -My Time- to shine, rise
above dark valleys
Painting by Claude Monet, 'Haystacks at Chailly at Sunrise', 1865 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, July 7, 2017
ante meridiem
The first crows of day take flight,
Gliding across the cool metal morning sheet
Confidence rises cool and aloof,
Early raw and pink dissipates like sunrise,
awakening forges
Here to face another view of this again,
All anew and alloyed with quill.
Photo By Hillebrand Steve, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (Public domain images website) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Amore di sé
Atop the purple pale predawn sky
stirred my spirit to unrest
Arose to white worlds winking
afar and apart were we
but heavenly orbs lined up
in a row
Tho all alone at this timid time
watched, I was, enrapt in
warm thirsty waves of want
and shapeless yearning to be-
come drown in the love sent to
me in lights that others call
empty space.
Image by By Alice Boughton, Dawn (1909) (Camera Work, No 26, 1909) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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