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Sunday, December 22, 2013

filling the spider cracks...







filling the spider cracks...


In the clear echo of the faint morning song of sun
the child in the pale dawn does listen
until the night does split from day
sun rays rise to pulverize
and a small shuttle-cock floats with bright feathers
erasing all remnants of the dark to fly into yesterday
as the child sits in the sparkled dew of day
watching the level field ribbon into the distance
as each spider crack of night is soaked through
with sunshine of this soaring new day
all sparkling as dew drops in the strands of the universal
web connecting each blade of grass, each butterfly rising
into the triumphant morning song of sun
blazing, singing, glorious, proclaiming
this new hope, this new promise
this new day
singing

10 comments:

  1. I could feel the hope of this new day! I liked the "as each spider crack of night is soaked through".

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  2. Mm. Dawn is such a gift bringer. I wonder about the emphatic "does" in line 2 and 3 which seem a protest? I like the repetition of child as he comes into focus along with the triumph of all.

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  3. A lovely air of happiness and hope to this piece.

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  4. I like the image of night splitting from day...this universal web of a new day. Well wordled.

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  5. I like the sounds of the poem ~ 'his new hope, this new promise
    this new day
    singing' ~ sounds very optimistic, uplifting~ great!

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  6. Each bright morning does indeed give one hope seeing business as usual in the natural world.

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  7. Such a hopeful, sunshiney and uplifting poem, especially on a gray old winter's day. Loved it, Pearl!

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  8. This piece really sings out...like the joy of a new day

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  9. Completely whimsical and beautiful

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