Technique
Dawn hurls new light
Sparkling and bright
Dark night makes way
For a sure day
Morn spreads fine tints
As moments mint
Night dreams fling me
Day dreams to see
Birdsong now greet
With mantra sweet
My blur mind feels
A touch that heals
Awake to dawn
Aware of morn
Slow as a snail
Wobbly legs avail
I salute day
Sense words to say
Now come what may
Thank God for play
For all that jazz
And this life fest
Leon Enriquez
06 June 2015
Singapore
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
