Morning, Noon, Night (poem) by John Herlihy on AuthorsDen

Morning, Noon, Night
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Saturday, September 2, 2023 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- Morning, Noon, Night -- By John Herlihy Morning Dawn’s arrival breathes in air Hope found in dawn’s prayer Rays of first light shine as flair The departing night in despair The arrow again lifted in time A trajectory measured sublime The circle traced as endless line Air smells of rosemary, thyme Noon Noon mark’s the zenith of the day Nature is dressed in seasonal array Falling snow with snowflakes at play Summer flowers gloriously on display The day’s pivot with time in balance The day’s peak as one of its talents Careless, moving with nonchalance Noon beats in measured tolerance Night Night’s heart beats second by second Wistful stars in twinkling did beckon Mysteries abound no one can reckon Yet every night these envoys happen Perform celestial duty, never slacken Even they move in a circular pattern All is designed in the spirit of wonder Deep into inquiring hearts to plunder Alas, the world never appears the same What the dawn offers the day will blame Too little too late, the day ends in shame The darkness of night worthy of its name - - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Friday 14 July 202

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on October 22, 2023

MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT...HE GIVES US BRAND NEW ONES... EVERY TWENTY-FOUR HOURS!!! A FINE POETICAL WORK...SO ENJOYED! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on September 7, 2023

Love this, you are on a streak of magnificence, John. Night is my favorite stanza but all are beautiful.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on September 4, 2023

What a beautiful offering to the 24 hours of a day, John!! Let us not allow the day to end in shame, but gratitude......(catch my drift?). <3

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on September 2, 2023

The danger of writing a poem every day is that you seem to have visited this theme many times. I would run out of ideas on how to express, but you seem to be able revisit the same theme and come up with an entirely different of expressing your pointy thoughts about it.

I would get tired and not return the theme again for fear of writing a lesser poem.

Ron