There is that quiet hour
in the midst of the gray
morning sky
As I silently contemplate
the nights end eclipsing
itself by the whisper of
a breath
Dawn now breaks across
a feathered landscape
to reveal a silent
soliloquy for myself
to hear
How effortlessly the warm
sun glides over the
horizon as if to portray
a spectacular formation
for my eyes to behold
The glow and warmth
descends upon my face
gently kissing each cheek
Eyes closed, lips warmed
this joy transcending all
that I am, all that I feel,
threading this very moment
into my fabric forever...
Author notes
My most prized poem of all. An incredible joy to write
A contest entry
- Paint your picture in my mind_contest part one of four by drakostheron.
950 points, ended October 1, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewrites C= by Kathraina.
400 points, ended November 28, 54 entries
• next poem in this contest, • Add to finalists list, or remove from contest
Comments
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This poem is amazing.
I love it so much... do you mind if I post it on a poetry blog I run for a newspaper in California? It's called Poetry Planet and we get hundreds of hits a day. You can find it at:
blogcentral.thereporter.com/planet
And of course your name and copyright would go on the poem.
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so sorry it's taken so long (hubby had another amputation)
I'd be incredibly honored.
Warmly, chrissy -
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So sorry for your challenges at home, dear one. I have come to collect your beautiful poem for Poetry Planet. Thank you! 
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