morning whispers
a mystic tremor
as souls awake
yawning woman
tosses the covers
as dawn awaits
dreamy eyes cast
upon the broken sky
getting dressed
sleepy words hush
the newly born mornings
sweet caress
coffee aroma fills
her heart as she moves
down the stairs
familiar creaks and moans
follow her to the kitchen
she pours a cup
Morning whispers
her mystical name as her
soul wakes up
morning shows her the road
she thought she could
never take
On through the roses
past the malestream
Of mornings gate
the morning trembles
she is all the things that
the night forsakes
she alone is the spirit
who won’t allow her
heart to break
spirits lift and gently
prod her as she
becomes aware
she is the morning
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2017 14:32
- Comment from author about the poem: Painting with a poem of self discovery
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 71
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Comments8
That is so, so beautiful!
You are so gifted with your
Poetic Pen. Your words flow on the page
...(really screen)...
like the waters of a river!
I truly enjoyed this poem!
A beautiful morning with whispers, coffee and roses. The sound, the smell and the view, you have them all. Such a beautiful paint followed by pretty poem.
Sensitive and well constructed - great work Bill and love the painting.
A strong poem and a beautiful painting, WL! I enjoyed them both. Thanks.
A very realistic and soothing morning write. And a beautiful painting too.
Amazing! Your words flow effortlessly. Beautiful depiction of the morning--with a wonderful painting to match!
You just made my morning, WL! Beautifully written!
Beautiful write for a wondrous time of the day.
Fabulous artwork as well.
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