Beg Again Morn's Softest Release
Beg Again Morn's Softest Release
Crashing words, haunt my woeful head
raining down, in splattering display.
I beg for, morn's sweet silence instead
but find tattered echoes this day.
Flooding thoughts, soak my heart and soul
purple colors racing in my veins.
I fear worse, emptiness its great toll
dead silence and its deeper pains.
Beg, again morn's softest release
whispers delivered in rhythmic hues.
I rise, cooking our fresh eggs in grease
ponder deeply my other dues.
Morn's favor, dawn's first new light each day
Rise with me, our love is here to stay.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2017
Sonnet, (LIN 8,9,9,8)
(Crashing words, flooding thoughts, beg morn's favor)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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