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First Morning






In morning light,

the mist above the forest,

alive,

as an endless wave -

redwinged blackbirds draw splendid arcs

in and out the spiraling drafts,

and the sun is gaining, now.

Alive, the surface of the lake,

loons alight without sound,

the reflection of forever

stretches out.

Alive, my heart, now

surrounded by the everything of this risen sun,

this spectacle of florid strokes

grown across the world before me.

I believe in godhead

as the moment of stillness

woven into this -

not quiet,

but the silence of knowing

 

this will be the day.




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  • agalford7053
    April 10, 2008

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    This is a very interesting poem. I like it. I would have to say that the imagry that you used in this poem stood out the most to me. Its like I was there. Experiencing all the wonders and you wrote them. I would have to say my favorite line was "Alive, the surface of the lake". I'm a country girl who loves anything that has to do with nature. So when you spoke of the lake this way I could just picture the motion of the waves like a dance. It make me wish I was at the lake right now instead of sitting in a class. Thanks for the inspiration!
    Ashley


  • thelordreigns gold member
    April 10, 2008

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    This is very beautiful and inspirational. Each day is a new creation in which we seek and sometimes find the godhead.


    Congratulations on being "member of the month." I have finally found your poetry after reading zillions of your forum comments. Your poetry rules!

    - joanne -


  • catz Moderators member
    April 9, 2008

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    Morning light... the start of life, again. This is a deeply felt poem and reminds me that each morning I can awaken, each morning I can stretch to feel the life in my body, each morning I can turn to my love and touch his face, whisper 'I love you'... it's the beginning of new thoughts and choices.
    I think we take the day for granted sometimes, forgetting that we've been given another gift of living.

    Your poem is so reflective of yesterdays' awakening, with promises felt for todays' new beginning.

    "This will be the day"... yes it will, it is.



    Dee


  • pinkink
    April 8, 2008

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    My favorite part
    "Alive, the surface of the lake,
    loons alight without sound,
    the reflection of forever
    stretches out.

    Beautiful.


  • Star Shine
    April 8, 2008
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    Such beautiful reverence and anticipation, a hopeful, loving poem.


  • rbruce gold member
    April 8, 2008

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    An excellent piece of poetry that took me with you to see the lake,the loons and the feelings that 'this will be the day'. I live in a dry place where there are no lakes. Its lovely.


  • Ogreatbaldone gold member
    April 7, 2008
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    very nice Scott


  • Heart Sutra
    March 21, 2008
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    brilliant, as always...

    you shine!


  • scentedrose
    March 15, 2008

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    Luvin it baby

    Oh darn! how do you make an emotican for *heartthrob*
    I said I'd read you till you run out of bread now I think I'll read you till I'm dead.


  • Nicolette gold member
    March 14, 2008

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    I've always admired your poetic skills, Scott and I'm delighted to see this "morning poem" in Zayra's contests. Morning has always been my favourite time of day, especially the "morning songs"....be it the first morning or any other mornings when the world is still and there is that "silence of knowing". There is such an air of comfort about this poem and I love the way you've weaved natural elements into this. Isn't nature the best metaphor for human emotions??

    Beautiful poetry that captures natural light, but also the light and the glow within.

    ~ Nicolette


  • Danny Beatty gold member
    March 12, 2008

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    your descriptions of the world of light and real textures and its waters and momentum, the natural within our eyes and our responses to these things, are wonderful ... 'Redwinged blackbirds draw spendid arcs', for example, and the stillness of water's surface seeming vast while loons silently descend onto it ... this is very moving, and when taken into context with the title and the final lines, is enhanced by the concept of wisdom flowing from depths through water out as a poignant and poweful flower image .... first morning ,,, any morning we are fully human and alive to the world, is a good first morning.

    Thank you for this beautiful entry into this contest.

    peace ,,,Moqui


  • Night Hope gold member
    March 9, 2008

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    "Alive, my heart, now
    surrounded by the everything of this risen sun,
    this spectacle of florid strokes
    grown across the world before me."

    This is a magnificent penning for such an incredible woman, my Friend. I know she will adore each & every line. Good luck in Zayra's contest, Scribe. Beautifully done. Wanda

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