morning’s not a song
to be sung
but a hum
as of a thousand bees
shifting green leaves
of sweet clover
beneath a new sun
it’s the quiet vibrations
of breathing
of keeping time
keeping time
keeping rhythm
and slow rhyme
with the waves
as they dust
the dreams
from the shore
it’s the soft celebration
of having the gift
of awaking
to see
to be
to breathe
with the winds
once more
© Sarah Whiteley
Beautiful poem Sarah…..you’ve created a peaceful scene with your words.
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A lovely poem. I particularly like “….the waves as they dust the dreams from the shore….”
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O yes it is
a gift
and the way you painted it
it is a caressing one.
i actually feel like that more whenever i stay up the all night to see the night changing with the morning..
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thank you! don’t remember the last time I stayed awake to watch the morning come on, but you’re right… it’s a beautiful transition between night and dawn
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i love it when you wake up and just “appreciate” the morning for all of how you’ve described it here. i imagine you woke up one morning and wrote this piece without even trying. kudos.
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well put.
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I invite you to attend Thursday Poets Rally week 31
let me know when you are ready.
Thanks a lot.
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Happy Monday!
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layers of imagery, layers of sensation, perception. Thank you Sarah.
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