Morning brings most difficult hour
before warming rituals fill my senses
just as dawning birdsong comes
through open windows;
before furrows narrow my eyes
and waking takes hold
pushing back dreamy night,
I am barely balanced
teetering on toes between sleep or sunrise.
Morning brings most curious sightings,
Jupiter’s beaming ball gleaming white
and two old red stars astride quarter moon.
Bare tree limbs scrape velvet blue sky
rising day unto setting night, a deeply toned palette;
feeling a bit empty, alone with dearest thoughts
betrayed by unused hands, and cool pillows.
Morning brings the most difficult hour
when unwinding dreams
bring us so very close.
A contest entry
- Early in the Morning by Utok Bulinaw.
450 points, ended November 16, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Such a lonely morning. I guess that some mornings do make us feel in great solitude, just as some nights do as well.
Still, amidst the sad thoughts, you managed to provide beautiful images with your words.
A sad but calming poem.
Mari
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I especially like the mention of "curious sightings" here and the betrayal of cool pillows. Dreams can be traitors but sometimes it is the sun that can be more merciless. I love how nostalgia is whispered here, gentle yet stinging. Thank you for this entry.
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I love mornings~ but sometimes, unwinding from dreams can be difficult. A very dream-like feel in this awakening.
Lovely
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Your imagery here is simply stunning. I very much enjoyed this read. I love the thought of trees that scrape velvet sky. Lovely.
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"Bare tree limbs scrape velvet blue sky
rising day unto setting night, deeply toned palette;
feeling a bit empty, alone with dearest thoughts
betrayed by unused hands, and cool pillows."
Beautifully penned, Poet...very visual, very accessible emotionally. Good luck in the contest. Wanda
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