Morning blooms a fervid pledge
The horizon and the stars, yet
From every next morning crawls
A battered promise cobbled
From the previous morning’s rubble
All future in a bud or the wind
Rinds of melon, a wilted rose
Only one petal removed
The elegant equation of
Despair and a child’s hope
Blossoms cast on the ground
An apple clenched in one’s fist
The breeze murmured in hair
A nimbus cloud damp against lips
Water casting pearls upon cheeks
Chants twine around two wrists
Lightning cradles two heartbeats
The bright promise of morning
Forgets yesterday’s heartache
And wakes the sleeper
Pause by the moaning trees
Crouch on salt flats
Pad into the wilderness
Rush toward tomorrow
For dreams of horizon and stars
Just a thought 76
Painting Olivenheim, by Vincent Van Gogh, 1889, courtesy Wikimedia Commons
Comments on: "Morning Blooms" (29)
‘… breeze murmured in hair’
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Thank you. I’m pleased you found something you like.
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That is very powerful, Sharon. I love this line – All future in a bud or the wind
Rinds of melon, a wilted rose – and more. I’ve been listening to a song. It goes well with your poem.
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Now that’s interesting – will I find out the song on your site today?
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Tomorrow.
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😀
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So many wonderful gems here. Thank you.
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Thank you, Peggy. I appreciate your comment.
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Lovely poem. “Rinds of melon, a wilted rose”–I paused at that one.
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Aw, thank you, Jacqui, I’m pleased you like it.
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Beautiful!
Tweeted.
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Thank you, Jenna. Chirp chirp.
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Future in a bud. Love the protection that image provides. Wonderful, Shari
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Nature’s promises are given generously as long as we don’t mess things up. Thank you, Audrey. Hope you are well.
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what a gorgeous word painting!
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Your comment sent my happy aloft.
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Lovely images here, Sharon, with interesting contrasts. I sense some tension alternating with our responsibility to find joyful awareness in nature – in all of creation. Beautiful work!
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We take so much for granted, don’t we? Thanks for your astute observation, Betty.
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This definitely speaks to me.
Beautiful.
Peta
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Not surprising you would relate. I’m pleased you enjoyed this one.
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Reblogged this on malcolm franokuski and commented:
Interesting artwork.
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I agree. It’s by Van Gogh.
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I see. I read it at the end of your blog post. Thanks for sharing, by the way.
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Thank you for the re-blog, Malcolm. I’m honored.
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful imagery!
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I’m pleased that you think so.
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As always your words evoke a series of images blooming inside my head – it’s as if I can see, hear, taste and feel all the things you’ve included in this beautiful thought!
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I’m so pleased you liked this one, Sarah.
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