Carpé-ing Diem.
Today, dreams left behind I fall awake,
still dozed I oust myself
out of dark-doldrums, pummeling eyes
and promise the sun to
visit new campion just birthing its buds
up on the heath.
Today I will reach heights above windy
ridges of mist and fill
both my hands with pocketed crumbs to
feed ragged robins
who before breeding sing as they flaunt
red with bold confidence.
Today, courting sweet Cornish morning
I shall go breakfastless
and match Tessa my dog in chasing her
make-believe meals
of dried seaweed, have some fun plying
beached gulls with cuttlefish
bone while taking leaps to the unknown
on thrift-covered clifftops.
Today I will sand-hop the cloud-shadows
of shifting grey and
voiceless give praise for this boisterous
paradise in which life
thrives, then carpe-ing diem I yawn, get
started and am away.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Could not but post a earlier tribute to a beautiful morning and although today is a different season I still feel excitement at what it proposes......... do hope you enjoy.
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Comments4
Oh' what a real delight you had in store Fay ... and then, you were kind enough to share it with us here, in all this glorious poetry ....
Neville
Good write Fay.
I was gonna seize the day too, but by the time I found out what Carpe Diem meant, it was drawing towards night-fall! Well, I kept looking through French dictionaires, and got nowhere, you see. Such is life! lol.
A beautiful poem Fay. It makes one want to walk the shoreline once again. But, alas, I made it only to the local river. A beautiful day it was, though. Thanks for reminding me of the pleasures of such a journey. - Phil A.
Another wonderful write Fay. May each day in your life be filled with paradise.
Andy
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