Morning Bloom

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Photo by author:Nov 12, 2017

‘He made the world to be a grassy road

Before her wandering feet.’ – W. B. Yeats

O’ morning bloom

Cheeks turned lovely pink

Gently touched by rising sun

One look at nature’s boon

All it took

To shrug off the gloom

 

O’ morning bloom

Fill my heart with joy

Banishing dark, gory mood

What a joy to behold

Your smiling, radiant face

Warming my heart

Driving away chilling cold

 

O’ morning bloom

Spread the joy all around

For a moment

Give us hope

Push away thoughts

Of dawning doom


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Twelve

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Sunset do not excite me anymore

Sunsets do not excite me anymore
As I sit by the sea looking over the horizon
Capturing the colorful hues most distant from my thoughts


Modern day electronic entrapments lying unused as
Creeping fingers of darkness ride the waves
Whitecaps no longer translucent
Ocean darkening does not reflect
Radiant colors of the sky subdued
The murmur of the gentle waves
Does not sing a song of rejuvenation
Melancholy reigns as darkness falls
Sunset is no longer a harbinger of night
To be followed by daybreak, as I
Hear the whisper of the hooded boatman
Ferrying the returning souls
It’s time to go home
Somewhere on the distant horizon
As the last ray of the setting sun
Slowly sinks into a bottomless pit
I see a beacon, a point of light
A flickering hope whispers
As the dark waves crash onto the shore
A tiny iridescence whispers in my ear
Somewhere it’s the beginning
It’s a new dawn
You have lost the path, but
The search is still on


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Four

Their Place In Sunshine Today: Three Line Tales, Week 68

three line tales week 68: a whole bunch of graduates at their graduation ceremonyphoto by Faustin Tuyambaze via Unsplash

Sea of freshly minted humanity unfurling waves of radiant hope for a rosy future

Let them enjoy their fifteen minutes of fame and their place in sunshine today

Before the world comes crashing down, robbing their innocence and trading their souls


TLT Week 68