Sherry Asbury Poet Rhyme

Daylight Hours

O, that daylight could command
when I sit with writing pen in hand
That verse could flood my tablet
and let morning become my habit

Then like others I would at last be,
muse's heartbeat set live and free
No sad hoyden, no mysterious frump
who quivers in darkness like a lump

Prisms of sun would dance with glee
celebrating a reborn joy inside of me
No more looks askance at who I am
Proud, preening lioness instead of lamb

Alas, as words grace paper like a crown
my senses feel the sun slithering down
A little light within me has begun to glow 
as blossoms the sweetest time I will know

O, glory ebon hours, bring the moon to rise
delight me with the satin dark of the skies

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Caren Krutsinger January 8, 2019 at 9:24 PM This is a gorgeous write, and I adore this part, Sherry: "Prisms of sun would dance with glee celebrating a reborn joy inside of me No more looks askance at who I am Proud, preening lioness instead of lamb". This could be a poem by itself; it is terrific and could stand alone.