How perfectly you have captured that wonderful part of the day when life seems to float softly through the open windows. My favorite lines are those in the second to the last stanza...
Oh, and I love the play on words with your usage of "sheer" in the second stanza... brilliant!
Cryssa
That interim between sleep and wakefulness is the instant moment that prepares us for our day. You've shared one of your morning experiences as you wake up to a new beginning--and what a joy it is to wake up every day to some new knowledge, treat, activity, or surprise. Nice write.
"A song sticks to my sheets" ...now that's a brilliant line, that and the last grouping. Your calling suits you well.
and as a side note: OH, the beauty and majesty of words! They are free, we capture them, hone them, and they in turn set us free...only some times, as you know, they turn a bit wild, and will not be wielded. and by a Word, the world was, and even IS created. Write on...
One's own soul-song is often, perhaps, most clearly heard in the between-times of conscious-states. I love the way you paint the heart responding to its call and "owning" it. And I love your finale... sadly, that moment is all too often lost the minute we are truly awake and quickly pressed into the waiting demands of our material day... Epiphanic and inspiring! Thank you, Kate xx
Axilea,
It's the style, elegant and simple, and the usual excellent word choice I've come to expect from you that carry this poem beautifully along to its rich ending.
Dear Axilea, Your poem is expressing the love of the light, which everyone should aspire to. You are a marvellous poet and I enjoy reading you. Thank you for sharing. Love Emile
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 14, 2009
If you can awake to that you are a very fortunate person. Good writing.
Your inner voice awoke you with the spirit of desire to not just awake to the day but to embrace it and what a wonderful feeling that must be.
hugs
fee
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
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Oh, and I love the play on words with your usage of "sheer" in the second stanza... brilliant!
Cryssa
and as a side note: OH, the beauty and majesty of words! They are free, we capture them, hone them, and they in turn set us free...only some times, as you know, they turn a bit wild, and will not be wielded. and by a Word, the world was, and even IS created. Write on...
Ron
Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
It's the style, elegant and simple, and the usual excellent word choice I've come to expect from you that carry this poem beautifully along to its rich ending.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Of my own calling.
A beautiful closing, Axilea...and beginning. -gene.
Especially liked the images and sound of these lines:
I try to resist the calling
Behind the light amber curtain
As if resisting sheer desire.
A song sticks to my sheets
Changes the rhythm of my heart.
I wake up to the raw beauty
Of my own calling.
- David
hugs
fee
Nice one Axilea!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"