I wake slow to the sound
of the Mockingbird’s song
slowly sifting through
night’s swift dreams,
where your lone
shadow lingers
awaiting the dawn of
inspiration’s sweet light.
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Author notes
... I often watch the day dawn from my porch overlooking the river. Many a poem comes from the thoughts that I pondered over during my dreams.
A contest entry
- Early in the Morning by Utok Bulinaw.
450 points, ended November 16, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Fresh and heavenly. Poems come from different things around us and it is the beautiful sight that often inspires a poet. I wish I have a porch overlooking the river. Again, this is lovely. Thank you for entering.
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Oh morning is my favorite time of day. And, I too, find inspiration in those quiet moments alone with my thoughts and coffee. Best of luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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This is as lovely and fresh as the dawn you write about. A definite pleasure to read.
Bill
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