Topic: As If Morning Spoke
I was inspired to put this poem up here on chordie, I wrote a while back after reading Phill Williams brilliant poem “Ah Morning”.
As If Morning Spoke
If my poems were as obvious as a photograph.
It would give no one a space to think.
If the grass on the hill stayed a dark green all year.
Everything would be the same old.
At high tide the ocean kisses the coastline.
Then retreats to admire her beauty.
Party dogs aimlessly howling at the full moon on a dark still night annoy the quiet.
Warm morning arrives sun touches the windowpane before the curtains are drawn.
Party dogs hide under blankets while the busy bees of life rise and head out.
The loved feel warmth as the frog on a leaf hopes for a transforming kiss.
The good news of the day arrives like a solid rock sending ripples all over the pond.
With a new found faith in a higher power believers walk through a loud silence.
Leaving nothing behind not even fear.
The great spirit in the sky pushes away all the dark clouds.
While somewhere else.
Someone else.
Works through their pain.
A caring parent makes the day rise brightly.
As if there were no more pain.
