Morning and Day

by abracadabra   Dec 17, 2007


The sun has so far to go
alone, cast at dawn
through a crack in the curtains.
Steady as sleeping breath, it alights
on my desk, scatters to the floor,
ascends the bed.
From the ages, sifted through
the dust of planets, it finally
hovers, a bright bullion
upon his arm
across the curve of my waist, making
golden the fine hairs.
I move to touch it, he
smiles in his sleep. It seems
the world has turned for this, and I
treasure it, and I treasure carefully
with one shred of my heart.
Later,
I will read through
papers and stare
through meetings, I will wade
alone through streets and
weigh fruit at markets. Later,
as darkness falls unannounced, I will measure
my heart,
measure carefully
the rest of my heart.

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  • 12 years ago

    by yogi73

    Great poem.

  • 13 years ago

    by Sunshine

    You know this truly soft, I think you have a special way with wording.
    you used simple words and long ones then made a beautiful mixture to portray a very very nice image.

    Just felt a sweet wise sensation between ur lines.
    I would only suggest that ur very 1st lines need some commas , nothin imp at all..its still flowing well with thoughts.
    But wen i write a free verse I try to pay attention for that cause it eases the flow.

    loved this poem
    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Nicko

    So deep yet so light it touches like a feather! A beautiful write you express and see things that so many miss! I'm not pissing in your pocket, I enjoyed this immensely!!

    Nicko

  • 16 years ago

    by sibyllene

    ^He'd -better- be worthy. That's all I have to say.

    This is cherishable, Lovely. What you're describing is one of those things that simply seems too precious to voice. (And yet you have, and it's ok that you have. You know? You know.)

  • 16 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    The worthy recipient of your gorgeous depth does exist....