Thursday, May 10, 2012

Morning #4


The morning is a magic space
Before the work, beginnings transcend
And each grass blade holds forth a single water jewel
To sparkle in the glow of sun warrior
Chasing the after-chill of night
There is silence to break your heart
And peace to heal up again
And in all you whisper gratitude
You are the only person this morning is for
This present of the present soaks your senses

13 comments:

  1. Completely amazing. This is probably my favorite of yours.

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    1. Just goes to show you that the ones you like the least are the ones your fans like. Hahaha...thanks.

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  2. I have missed your poetry!! I love this - especially "this present of the present"...absolutely brilliant :-)

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    1. LOL...thank you. I'm almost positive I stole that from someone else.

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  3. nice one b-poet!

    Wander

    hows life?

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    1. Thank you. Life is....well, it produced that poem, so pretty nice. :-)

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  4. Ah, a good message for my broken heart :)

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    1. Sorry for your broken heart, but I'm glad it helped.

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  5. Heather, I linked here to your blog from Kevin DeYoung's blog (from one of your comments there). I'm a poet, too, and I enjoyed reading your poetry. :) Thanks also for defending truth over there on Kevin's blog. It's a crazy discussion, but it's worth it.
    Blessings.

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    1. Thank you, Clarice! Do you have a blog too? I'd love to follow.
      It's a very crazy discussion and sometimes gets rather out of hand. And often I say things I regret very much. But thank you for your kind words.

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  6. Nice! This may be my favorite.

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  7. @Shosta: Wow...favorite? Thanks!
    @Rachel: Thank you so much.

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