The waves’ vicious descent,
on the coarse thickening sand,
cuts through the silence of dawn,
crashing on my ear’s drum.
The burning under the horizon,
expires fumes of pink and red,
rises as it disperses to white,
landing on my pinning pupils.
Through sights and sounds,
I bear witness to the unfolding
of present reality.
I flush the distress from my chest,
I drain the clouds from my brain,
I find space for the Loving Truth.
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Author:
FallingAwake2 (
Offline) - Published: August 19th, 2023 00:11
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
Thank you for the little intense tour de force, in this little sonnet , of the start of your day. I feel like I'm right there with you.
PS Lovely title... not unique I suspect, but perfect!
PSS Your screen name is also perfect. Especially for this poem.
There's nothing like a shoreline respite to awaken a sense of "reality" in our minds. This poem draws some fine images toward the "Truth" of living. Thoroughly enjoyed. - Phil A.
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