Beneath a salmon and violet sky
The day’s golden disc eases from slumber
Gentle rays gilding cotton-wool clouds
Gradually dyeing the heavens azure
Crisp and cool, the air remains still
Calmly enshrouding this early new world
As mist pale and transparent as a spectre
Slowly fades to display hidden green
Touched by fingers of warm light
Butter-soft petals lazily unfurl
Stretching out in their vibrant splendour
Faces gazing toward the coming day
From deep within the sycamore trees
A blackbird’s song breaks the silence
Its celebration of the new day-star
Soon joined by a hundred new voices
Author notes
When I was still going to college and university, I experienced this almost every day...
For contest.
Prompt:
Option A:
Write about the beauty of morning. Whether it is the bird-songs, that first cup of coffee, a beautiful routine, whatever.
A contest entry
- It's a beautiful morning by Randomly Beautiful.
400 points, ended September 2, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very unique. Thank you for the entry.
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Thank you!
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Okay I have a lot to say now but I don't know if it's going to be all that coherent.
At first glance I thought it was going to be a rhyming poem (because I expected it of you?) since the way it was divided into stanzas made it look like it rhymed... if that makes sense. So then I spent a moment trying to work out HOW slumber and azure rhyme. *laughs* Eventually (I'm sleepy, okay...) I figured out it's not meant to rhyme and started reading it again, and then I enjoyed it even more.
The imagery in this is beautiful and alluring which was the main reason for my above *__* face. It was all so vivid and gorgeous in my head I'm sure my face looked like that as I was reading it. Or as close as possible since eyeballs are never shaped like asterisks.
I feel drawn to the ending for reasons I can't put into words. Well, because of the birds obviously but the way you described the birds I could almost hear them in my head too.
This poem is like your own little world, I love it. *_*
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~Sparrow
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This is a beautiful poem. The imagery is wonderful. I almost felt like I was there. It must have been wonderful to wake to this everyday.
lilangelsnemesis
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