Following the concept of one and a phrase from another, I took paper and pen to bed with me, realizing that often the best words find me in the morning...no alarms but those that Nature lends...sweet morning simplicity...
Photo Credit: Taylor Ryan
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~~~~~ Mourning Dove moans Breaking silence of First light Eyes afraid to open In fear of losing Precious fragments Of dawn’s last dream Nestled naked amongst softest linens Comforted by ecru matelesse In that warmest hollow Edged by chilly border Bare toes dare not cross Golden hair tumbles over Eyelet edged mounds Elbow arching overhead Hand reaching to finialed post Smoothly carved grooves and polished Grasping then pushing it away Stretching in the undulating motion of Each vertebrae Leg crossing leg With toes en-pointe Smooth muscles tightening To curve of arched back Stretched now relaxed Mind wanders yet Not over daily toils Finding peace in the colors Of the sunrise As fingers twirl tresses Trace angled jaw and pouting lips Erase the stubborn sand of Last night’s slumber Wrist resting now in Nature’s curve Where waist falls gently from hip And softest skin Covers solidity of bone In the furrow there to smooth belly Eyes close For one last day dream Though it seems I am now Awake Warm Alive Renewed And wishing it were Sunday And raining… ~~~
Oh my! Taylor I was captivated by this superb poem and utterly delighted with the ambiance you captured! It's so uncanny because I recently started yoga and was toying with some lines for a poem, which seem very similar, but only a couple;-) anyway I loved this, it's one of your best!
Sherlyn Powell opens up about her love and devotion to her family and the overwhelming repercussion when communication breaks down. Heartbroken and distraught she learns to release her prayer and realize with faith God would reunite her family.
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Susan
Love the physical shape of the poem!
Very delicate and insightful in spirit!
Richard
even lovelier than the illustration you so wisely chose.
B R A V A !! 'Pea' <3
Love & Peace
William
Is that you practising your martial arts in bed again...;)
Peter
In fear of losing
Precious fragments
Of dawn’s last dream"
These sentiments are some that I can totally relate to, Taylor. The whole poetic offering is a delight. Thank you. Love and peace,
Regis
eT
Ya "done good"
Susan