You don’t even know how beautiful you are
Your heavy eyelids lift
before the light touches
Your dark crevices
become highlighted with gold
The secrets of the night before
lie plainly on the floor
I hear a soft whisper ignite
and the rustle of movement
I admire you from my place
breathing in deeply
I can smell your freshness,
delicate and sweet
I feel lucky to spend these moments with you,
Dear Morning.
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How beautiful. You have made mornings so special and they are. “I can smell your freshness, delicate and sweet.”
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No, I did expect morning! Lovely words to capture that moment.
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Oooh, love the surprise ending. I also loved reading it twice, once I knew it wasn’t about a human. Very cool word choice.
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I love how this poem is beautiful on the first read, and becomes even richer on the second read. I loved thinking about the lines differently, having read the end.
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I envy your relationship with morning. Maybe someday…
Beautifully written poem! This was my favorite part: I hear a soft whisper ignite
and the rustle of movement
The word ignite – really got my attention.
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